I need help. I’m a blogger who can’t finish my writing ideas.
For me, one of the hardest things about blogging is coming up with ideas—not just any ideas, but ideas that stick all the way to the final product.
I can hardly call myself a writer. I write, yes. But I don’t finish. My ideas barely last until the next day without being deleted.
Blogging is centered on content. You can have all of the physical tools—the hosting, the platform, the plugins, the media—but it is all for nothing without the content.
My dreams will be washed up if I don’t figure something out.
Usually, I sit down at my desk and I summon all the determination I have to say “I’m going to be a blogger!” An hour later, I’ve downed two cups of coffee and eaten every snack in the fridge. Still no blog.
How do I come up with ideas I can finish?!
There is no such thing as a lack of ideas. I just need pick one and finish it. I’m not picky. I don’t need to have it perfect. I’m just desperate to finish something.
One day, I put my foot down and demanded, “That does it! I’m just going to spit words on a page and not care who reads it! Then I will have content successfully on paper!”
And it worked. I could write about everything under the sun! It was so satisfying to see that beautiful mountain of words covering up that formerly shameful white sheet.
But there’s just one problem: that content no longer exists. It got deleted just as fast as it was written.
Clap. Clap. Great progress there, Skipper!
At least I wrote something, right? Ha. Tell that to my depressed Facebook feed.
The real problem was simpler than I thought.
Am I just not good at writing if I can’t finish anything?
Every time I sift my brain for an idea that will stick, I end up throwing them all out until there’s nothing left. I start to think that I never had any ideas at all.
One day it hit me: My problem is not talent, motivation, experience, or even ideas.
I may or may not have all those things, but I can learn and grow. That’s how anyone achieves success. It is a process. Gotta start somewhere.
Then what is my problem?
I HAVE to stop deleting. Not just while writing.
My WordPress is not the only place sees content deleted.
I am doing it to myself… as if I’m afraid of life. As if it is the only way to cope.
I’ll be honest:
I’ve been through a lot in life. Somewhere along the way, I thought that life was just not worth living.
It seems like there’s more than one way to commit suicide. Some people kill themselves on the inside to hide from pain. I know I did.
How can I write about life when I don’t even live it myself? How can solve problems for other people if I hide from them myself?
Basically, I’m scared. I’m hiding. I don’t want to come out.
There is a downside: hiding from pain also hides me from joy. It keeps me from living.
“Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”
To finish, I must first face my fear.
It’s time to come out of hiding.
I am challenging you—and myself—to notice. Notice life. Don’t hide from it. Don’t waste these precious moments. There is more value in them than you think!
Notice the sunrise, wonder about poverty, think about the broken people all around you, notice the smile in your friend’s eye, be thankful for the laws of physics that keep your day running.
If you want to be a better writer, write those experiences down. Keep a notepad with you. Write everything! Then sit down, pick one, and show it to the world.
Maybe the only thing holding you back is fear of exposing your heart. Fear of noticing. Maybe even the fear of really living.
I don’t want to be a zombie anymore. I’ve had enough of missing out on life—the pain, the people, the joys, the dreams.
What obstacles do you face right now? Are you still wondering how to live your dream? I would like to hear your story!