Just Write


I can’t pinpoint when it happened, this slow eke of confidence. I turn to my husband and say, “But I want to be extraordinary!” and he tells me I’m enough and I don’t believe him.


There are words that shine and some that glower, and punch and twinkle and illuminate and waltz and float and eat your brain, and I want to write all of them. I don’t want to apologize, say “I think” or “P.S.” or “Not right now.” The spiral tightens around my fingers, a paralyzing net, and all because I’m tired and processing and pulling paragraphs out of my head like earthworms from dirt.


Was there a time I had something to say?


Did it matter?


I read a lot about going beyond or deep or elsewhere. Stretching the boundaries of how you write and what; yet I spend so much time watching how others do it that I can’t beckon my worms anymore.


It’s always been my bane: No confidence and comparison. There’s two of us: The one who writes anyway and the one who wants to be extraordinary and ties hands beyond backs.


I search for the writing I want to be, and it leads to self flagellation and bone beating and soul crushing. I can’t reach beyond, I can’t get there, I don’t have it in me.


What if that’s true?


I ask the one who writes anyway.


This was her answer.


Written through inspiration from Heather’s Just Write series.



8 Responses to “Just Write”

  1. Trish says:

    Yes! We must listen more to the one who writes anyway.

  2. heidi says:

    Beautiful. Inspirational. Listen to the one who urges you to write anyway. Because you do it so well.

  3. Julia says:

    Love this. I will try to always remember to write anyway.

  4. Indigo says:

    I do that self flagellation thing way too much. I bleed down to bone and still don’t think it’s enough…

    I need to listen to the one who writes more than the one who doubts. Love this post! (Hugs)Indigo

  5. Alexandra says:

    Just write.

    No way around it, only through it.

  6. Heather says:

    You are extraordinary. Write on despite it all because you are a beautiful story.

  7. That’s the tricky part–writing past the safety zone.

  8. I think I have the same two-of-me as you do.

    Except I also have a third who is tired and just wants to eat a bag of Ruffles and take a nap.

    She’s the loud one.

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