Because I do.
No, I don’t know why. But there’s that ominous feeling again.
That voice in the back of my head, that is all too happy to take residence all up in there.
“You suck!” It tells me. “Why even bother?” “You don’t know what you’re doing.”
Creatives know the feeling. I believe everybody knows the feeling. But what is it?
A black cloud?
A heavy fog?
A sense of impending doom like that last scene in Stranger Things? #nospoilers
I don’t know. But it’s here. It’s big. It’s hairy. It’s evil. It’s running through my head like a movie trailer voiceover.
“In a world. Where one man battles the forces of evil bent on destroying his creativity. He must make the choice between believing in himself and being creative, or falling prey to…. The Resistance.”
I don’t want to watch that movie.
But I now know what it is, this dark feeling. This doubt. This fear.
I’ve acknowledged it.
I’ve become aware and know that it’s there. I’ve given it a name, actually the name Steven Pressfield gave it, and I recognize it for what it is. It’s stupid, but it’s there.
Now what am I going to do about it?
Well, this post is a start. Because if I’m feeling like a failure at writing, it’s probably because I’m not writing.
Most, if not all, successful writers will tell you that you have to write every day in order to be a Writer.
“If you did not write every day, the poisons would accumulate…” – Ray Bradbury
“Write a page a day, only 300 words in a year…” – Stephen King
“Unless I write every day, I don’t feel I deserve my dinner.” – Charlie Chaplin
See? And that’s only a few examples. There are thousands of others.
Okay, so… I’ve recognized the feeling, acknowledged it and realized that it’s time to write.
So problem solved. Right?
Post is written and will be posted. Now I move on.
But tomorrow is another day. Tomorrow it will return. Another day to struggle. Another day to battle. But I’m not promised tomorrow.
None of us are. It’s that thought that should make you want to get to work and fight. Because you only have now, today.
So I fight today.
I write today.
I win today.
Suck it Resistance!