An Open Letter To Writers Who Don’t Write

Success is a self-enforced belief and confirmation bias; create some, and fixate on it to get more.

The moment you stop writing, you ask yourself:

  • Why am I not writing?
  • What should I do to start writing again?
  • What’s wrong with me?

And, lacking solid answers to these questions, you enter a sort of slow-motion car wreck of what amounts to an existential crisis.

You will not feel better until you write again.

You know you’re a writer, and you know you’re out of shape. Kicking yourself in the car wreck of your identity crisis is not going to make you write faster; just start writing.

But I can’t, you say.

Well, yeah, the longer you don’t write, the more you’re going to think that you really, truly just can’t.

But you can write. You can write sentences. You can write three words in a row.

Don’t give up; never surrender to the inevitable writer-angst. The only way out is through.

It sounds like some kind of crazed battle cry, but it is true: you just have to keep writing. And it hurts, and it sucks, and nobody but you knows how much it costs you. But you can do it.

And it doesn’t matter if sometimes you only write down a few words, because that is sometimes all you have in you. It doesn’t even matter if you give up for a day or two, or for a whole weekend, or for two months. Sometimes you have to give up so you can rest and recover, or so you can get distance from the work you have going on. Sometimes there are things in your life that you have to get in order.

Sometimes you’ll write a lot, and sometimes you’ll write a little, but give yourself the gift of escaping the angst of the existential crisis.

Give yourself the gift of believing in yourself, and in your own success. No one else can do that for you.

Here is the cover for my science fiction thriller, My Name Is Caleb; I Am Dead.

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