I’ve come to a realisation, that I’ve always been one of those really awful ‘aspiring writer’ types. I have always been determined to write a book. I’ve had a couple of particular ideas floating around my mind for years, I’ve made some characters, developed some plot lines, but never once have I set the time to actually put pen to paper (or fingers to keys) and actually make that book materialise. And to be honest, I’m sick of myself for it.
So, I’ve turned a new leaf. I have finally – I still can’t quite believe it myself – started my very first novel. I basically realised that the term ‘aspiring’ was really just a means of procrastination for me. A cover up. It just meant I could keep putting it off with the comforting belief that one day it would happen. Thing is, it was never actually going to happen until I made it happen. So, I’ve dropped the ‘aspiring.’ The only thing needed to be a writer, is to actually write. To put in the effort to make the time to write. And bingo! I am now a writer.
It is, of course, in the earliest of stages, but do you know what? Dropping that ‘aspiring’ title is the best thing I’ve ever done. It’s almost like I used the term to belittle myself, as I know that the reason I’ve always put off getting started is down to a lack of confidence. What if I’m no good? What if no one likes what I write? The thing is though, what if I’m great? What if people love what I write? Good or bad, I’m never going to know if I don’t try. And having simply had the guts to push that out of my mind and begin on what I’ve been dreaming about since I was a little girl, has given the best confidence boost I’ve ever had. Because ultimately, I’d rather try and fail then look back with that dreaded ‘What If?’
So stay tuned, folks; I plan to stick around.
With love,
From Paris x
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