I haven’t written extensively. But I am writing. It’s not very good. It’s not even everything I want it to be. But I’m doing it. It’s in the little gains of the consistency that makes and breaks life. Eventually, I’ll write a good story. Or a good enough story anyway. Eventually, I’ll write a truly thoughtful paragraph. It won’t win a Pulitzer. It won’t even be recognized or read widely. But that’s ok. I’m not seeking your approval. I just need to know that the discipline, time, and dedication spent on my writing will be worth it to me in the long run.
I can’t wait for a spark of inspiration. I need to just go. A million bad ideas generally tend to generate at least one noble idea. Rather than persistently chase the one, just go ahead and posit the bad ideas. Eventually, I’ll get something right. Eventually, I’ll get there..