Earnest Hemingway once said (or maybe wrote) that “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” And that’s the truth!
Writing is the art of pouring out personal truths. It’s revealing things to yourself and eventually to others that can leave you feeling exposed and vulnerable. At times, that vulnerability is scary and for me, it’s almost debilitating. In fact, in college I had a professor tell me that the moment I open myself up on paper is the moment I will find my true voice. I’ve placed that in the far corners of my mind and have tried hard to write the things that make me feel good superficially.
And that is the problem.
I often run out of ideas. I lose interest in my stories, and sometimes my characters are very empty. They are missing life and lack viable experience. But I want to remove any trace of myself from my writing so that I can escape. Continue reading “Writing Out the Ideas”