Writing
Most writers keep saying write, even when you have nothing to write and at times when I pick up my pen, I stare at it for like 30minutes or so with nothing in my head, nothing to pour out. Most times I wonder what do I write about, what I’m I writing for, whom I’m I writing to. A lot of questions pop through my head like I don’t read a lot, in fact I hate reading so how I’m I supposed to put the words together, what if I don’t get it right. Trust me, I won’t lie to you as I’m writing these down, I’m curious and anxious and jittery, OK I think I’m all of them, No I think I’m scared, what if I don’t reach up to my expectations, what I’m I even doing. But one thing is sure, I’m happy, super happy, writing gives me this sort of joy and I don’t know why.
At the moment, I want to write about everything, what’s on my mind, how I woke up, what I woke up thinking about, how beautiful the day is, how lovely the weather is, I want to write about everything and nothing because I’m scared. And for the record, this is my first write up. I just keep pouring the words out and I don’t know if they mean anything. But I feel I’m doing great already
Writing is beautiful though it takes a lot of time and energy but it’s beautiful, seeing you’re putting words together to create something meaningful. Why did it take me so long to write these, I don’t know but what I know is, it is coupled with a lot of things, like me being lazy and scared and not feeling like I can reach up to my own expectation or the expectations of others. At some point I didn’t know what to put down and why I should put it down. I even felt lazy reading other people article but I started slowly and it was nice. Believe me, I have a lot to put down. I just hope I don’t lose focus or zeal. Thank you.
