Confession-spewing time: I haven’t blogged in a while. I haven’t kept up with my goal of posting every Friday. I have not kept up with my writing, haven’t made it a priority. I’ve allowed everything and anything else to take precedence.
Performing a little totally amateur psychoanalysis on my own self, I’d say that the reason I haven’t been writing is because I’ve felt discouraged. I don’t write because I’m afraid of failing, of never getting anywhere with my writing.
I’m not writing because I’m afraid of not writing. I’m a freakin’ genius.
So I’m going to bite the bullet and participate in National Novel Writing Month. Check it out at www.nanowrimo.org
I signed up this morning. I’m starting out a day behind. This feels fitting, somehow. I don’t know if I’ll be able to complete 50,000 words in one month, but I’m going to try. Because I need to do this. I need to carve out a space for writing. My head is full of stories and characters, but if I’m not writing them down, then I’m just a crazy chick who hears voices in her head.
In a dark night of the soul last night, I realized that I’ve never attempted NaNoWriMo because I’m afraid of failing. I’m afraid I can’t do it. But I’ll never know if I don’t try. So here I go.
Is there anything you’ve wanted to do that you haven’t attempted out of fear or insecurity? I’d love to hear about it. I need some moral support, peeps!