It's almost two years since I started this blog, finally expressed my desire to write, then proceeded to do absolutely nothing about it. Well I did buy some lovely notebooks and some great pens.... I still haven't had the guts to actually write anything.
Then today I saw a retweet to this blogpost 'It's ok to be awful' which really spoke to me. It doesn't matter if at first you're rubbish. The important thing is that you started. I think we all have that fear, as expressed by the author of the post, that people might not like what we create, or worse might not like us! Then I realised that I don't have this problem with my other creative outlets. I can knock up a crochet flower, and feel happy to share it on Instagram, or sew a little pouch and share it on Twitter, so why do I find it so hard to start writing, and the thought of sharing it with anyone feel like being asked to sacrifice my first born? I came to think that maybe it was because the steaks are so much higher. Because writing is so much a part of who I am and so important to me, the fear of failure is so much greater. But really, what would failure constitute? Not becoming a published author? Not writing anything I think is any good? Negative feedback from anyone I did let read my writing? Struggling for anything to write about? None of that would matter as long as I gave it a go.
The biggest failure would be to not even try.