A HA!

I discovered my problem—why writing this book has become so hard. It’s just because I forgot WHY I was writing it.

Caleb’s cheering me on, telling me I’m finally writing the book only I could write, and the thing is, I thought that was supposed to make it easier, but the thing again is, that I just plain darn got myself buried under this boulder of responsibility.

Somehow I tricked myself into thinking “I’m writing cause I have to”. And honestly, that’s what I’m resisting: the “I don’t wanna. Just because YOU say I hafta.”

HELLO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I absolutely do NOT in any way HAVE to write. I could do anything other than this right now. Why I am I being so stupid to myself?!

I’m writing cause I LIKE to, remember? I’m writing because it’s FUN. I’m writing because it fulfills something inside of me that I don’t find in other ways. I’m writing because writing is my voice, my creative outlet, and I WANT TO.

I JUST LIKE DOING IT

So back off “responsibility.” What responsibility?? Who’s standing over my shoulder barking at me to get this done or else? Sheesh…..

Now to figure out the question of why I write WHAT I write…

I know you write because you love it. Do you ever find yourself surprisingly trapped by the chains that say you HAVE to? Did this post even really make any sense?