To write or not to write is my endless question every day as I travel with my life and thoughts. Blogging is a better way to unleash what’s inside my mind. I don’t know if I can call myself a writer. I read books, and my mind is spinning what I need to write, but my hands and body wouldn’t align with my mind. I really wanted to make my tardiness bleeds. I don’t want to be lazy anymore. It makes me struggle to the point of blaming myself. Thus, insecurities take place.
Procrastination is one thing. That is the hardest to avoid. I kept telling myself that I would write later, and it turned out to write none. There were many yesterdays wasted. The new attitude is a positive antidote to fighting against my laziness. I have to make it a goal. I often confessed to the sky or anything that writing is my passion, but once overloaded with reasons and excuses, I stopped exploring what is beyond.
On the other hand, I would not only focus on nailing my laziness. I would also try to test my ability and my skills in writing. Exploring the unknown to scrutinize my thought critically – hoping that it would help me discover the different writing styles.
The world of a writer is unknown. The vast knowledge required to become a better writer is limitless. I’d decide to walk and travel onto this path. It may not be the right path to choose. However, considering the joy and the mystery in the writer’s world is a greater reward for any writer.
Well…here I come…
You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club. “Jack London”
To Write or Not to Write- That is the Question
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