I love to write stories. I’ve got more stories inside my mind than I’ll ever have on paper. There are times I sit down to write and nothing comes out. I can stare at a blank screen for longer than I care to admit. What stops me you may ask? Ah! That’s the million dollar question.
A lot of things stop me from getting those stories down. Sometimes I’m afraid of what people will think. What if they don’t like it. It’s very hard to share some stories. Not all stories have happy endings. I know a lot of folks read to get away from the troubles and cares of life. They want to enter a perfect world where good always wins and in the end it all turns out okay. So, I’m afraid to write the stories that don’t have happy endings.
Sometimes, its my own brain that stops me. I doubt myself as a writer. I doubt my ability. It cuts off my creativity and I’m left with a blank page.
Other times the amount of stories I want to write overwhelm me and I can’t decide which one needs to come first. So, I sit and think and never write.
Eventually though, a story begins. Maybe I see a picture or hear a song. Something strikes a chord in me and I start writing. I can’t tell you how great it feels. I liken it to this. Do you know what it feels like when you’ve been away from home for so long and you go back to visit family you haven’t seen in forever? That excitement you get is much the same as what I feel when I’m writing.
In the end, I’m trusting that God will bring the stories out of me that need to be brought out. If they have happy endings, great. If they don’t then that’s okay too. If you like it or not, it doesn’t matter to me. It may not be for you, but it will be for someone.