Sometimes in writing you have to be brave. Not fearless, not reckless, but strong. Constant. You have to face the fears that keep you up at night and make a decision to overcome them. I don’t have to have it written down, to know that I have done this before. I don’t have speak the words to know I have whispered them in the depths of night to myself.
There was a time when it wasn’t writing that scared me, but living. There was a time when I let it all get in my way — the little things and the big things too. There was a time when I felt like a black hole, devouring up all the light and vomiting out a little radiation. Until one day I managed to reverse thrusters on that bad boy. One day I pulled myself inside out and I faced my fear.
I think it’s important to be able to face what scares you, especially as a writer. It’s important because writing is, perhaps, one of the only pursuits in your life in which you can’t ask others to do it for you, or to hold your hand and guide you through the dark. You can’t pull over and ask for directions — there aren’t any (ask any writer you know)(if that’s you, I want a written report on what it was like to interview yourself on my desk by Monday). Besides, we all know that once you find the exit, freedom, and the end of the manuscript you’re just going to walk straight back into that dark room again. Writing is magnetic where we are only metallic.
You can ask people light a torches for you though, and to whisper through the murk in the hopes that you will someday find the exit. You can get people to walk the path a little ways behind you, and whistle in the hopes you might find the will to keep on going. And joke in the hopes that you might make the choice to keep on walking. You can ask yourself to be brave; to be constant; to know that even though it’s dark right now pretty soon the sparks are going to be flying and this place is going to light up supernova style.
You can also use many, many many, gifs in an attempt to accurately express your frustration on the internet and, for a time, convince yourself that gif utilisation has got to be a form of art because it’s a form of expression and if we’re talking about expression then I guess looking at gifs on the internet all day is kind of like writing and getting through the scene you promised yourself you would, right? Just…. everyone agree with me on this one, okay? It’s important to me.