It’s not that I don’t have anything to say. Or that I don’t have any stories to tell. I have many, too many, even. It doesn’t take much to get my mind ticking over and my imagination racing. It’s just sometimes I don’t have any words. I sit and I stare and nothing comes out. The images in my head are vivid and colourful, but they are only images. Transforming them from a picture in my mind to words on a page just doesn’t always happen…
The reason?
Too much thinking.
Not enough writing.
It’s like I’m apprehensive of my own thoughts. Being nervous about what I am writing when I am my own audience. Sounds ridiculous, but I’m sure I’m not the only one.
Two words have helped me overcome this. They are always the last two words I think of before I write. A simple phrase…
‘Just write’.
