I know you want to write for you are reading this as you have found me through Google or maybe by a reference to me. How strong is this urge? Is it a vague shadow of interest that you are entertaining because it attracts your attention, like a little itch you are scratching by checking things out? Or is it a fire in your belly that is all consuming, exploding up through your arteries and veins in your brain demanding that you quench the roaring inferno that is consuming you by exposing it to the light of day out of your head and gut.
My friend, the only way you will be able to write is to feel that fire; otherwise you will be a dilettante, just dabbling, playing with it like a cat and a catnip toy. Having the desire, the need to write is like water torture. The more you resist it, the more hell your life becomes, for there it is, punching you from the inside, wanting out. Is it like a single bee buzzing in there or is it a hive, alive and working your insides, making you rage at yourself for not having the balls to at least try? So I am going to give you a small light for your darkness. Here is how you can fix yourself. Just write something.
“Oh No,” you say, “where do I start?”
Easy. Sit down at your monitor and start putting words down. Write about how you couldn’t sleep last night, or about a dream you had, or how you are having trouble writing what you are writing. Believe me, nobody said it would be easy, that it would be a walk in [...]