MISSION: To be a writer
WARNING: WITH ROADBLOCKS AHEAD
The moment I laid my eyes on a comic book that was once popular and locally made in our country, I already knew what I want to be when I grow up. I was one of those kids who can answer with ease the question: What do you want to be when you grow up?
I want to be a writer.
I was only eight years old at the time.
I instantly fell in love with its drawings and the way it was written. It was released in a weekly basis every Friday nationwide. And I always beg my mother to buy me a copy because my Fridays would be incomplete without it. Each segment of the comics is worth the wait.
Each issue I’ve read just intensifies the fire lit up inside my heart. It had been one of my foundations to pursue my dream.
As crazy as I am, it inspired me to make my own. I was in fifth-grade then and only armed with five drawing materials: notebook, pencil, ballpoint pen, eraser and ruler. I was unsure and ecstatic but I push through even I expect that no one’s going to read or acknowledge it because I was only a child. I was that delusional. But I knew right at that time there was no turning back — and who says I want to?
I realized I did everything backwards. Some aspiring writers began their journey by composing words only. But I dared myself to create my own comics as a hobby when I was starting. I took a leap by expressing myself not just by words but also with illustrations just to go along with it.
That is how that local comic book influenced me although it was no longer in circulation as I was entering high school.
Did my passion died because my source of inspiration was already gone?
What I started during my elementary days last until I was in high school. I’ve created four titles of comic books plus two short stories, a novel, and a close to a hundred of poems scattered in various notebooks and sheets of paper.
I knew that I was on the roll and in my prime even I didn’t get to published all my works because I was too shy to do it.
Okay, enough of my childhood. Fast forward today. Thank the heavens because I am currently working as a content strategist in an advertising company after — alright, let us not discuss the age difference, shall we?
How did I maintain this unwavering passion for my craft? I could sum it up in a single word:
Why it isn’t being dedicated or being committed?
“I’ve learned from experience that if you work harder at it, and apply more energy and time to it, and more consistency, you get a better result. It comes from the work.” –Louis C.K.
If you’re not interested in doing something you’re supposed to do (i.e. doing your job) every single day, you will eventually end up being worn out or not doing it all.
It is not enough that you love it — you must loooooooove it!
How can you confirm this? Try taking up a different course (I studied Information Technology) and working in a different job (I was a programmer for more than three years). After seven years (4 years of studying + 3 years of working), “woo” again your “first love” (for me it is writing) and when it say, “Yes!” then you’re one damn lucky dude.
Okay, I have something to confess. I was a staff writer in our school publication when I was in high school and college. Also, when I was working as a programmer in a bank I luckily got a gig in our company magazine as a contributor and the compensation is a short: “thank you.” But believe me, seeing your byline in the magazine is so worth it. In short, I didn’t stop even my path went a little bit astray. I continued to hone my craft, my “first love.”
What did I say before?
The key to be dedicated and/or committed to your craft is being able to maintain an iron-clad of consistency wedged or rooted within your being even life is giving you a hard time.
What is the classic writer’s mantra? Write, write, and write some more. Plus read lots of stuff.
Unfortunately, ladies and gents, life is now giving me a hard time.
A hard time of letting me do want I want. Sure, I still want to be a writer. I have no doubts about that. However, there is a tiny mocking voice telling me to spice up my writing life.
It whispers: “Do something new. Do something new. Do something new.” It is like a broken record playing inside my head and honestly, I am utterly annoyed but I can’t do anything about it.
I have to obey that voice just to shut it up.
The problem is an unnamed “resistance” which stops me from doing it. I know Medium is a place where its contributors write tons of sage advice but my case is different. I am looking for a good advice right here in Medium.
I knew where I was going but what the heck happened? I am in the middle of a crossroad now and I am not sure where to go. Up north? Down south? Should it be left or right?
I feel that I am stuck and could not move on. I’m afraid if I don’t resolve this the soonest my passion for writing would wane. That is absolutely terrifying.
I am so at lost, Medium peeps. Will someone help me out?