“And IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII’m the only one!”
And Tigger bounds off to bowl someone else over with his sheer optimism. Even his optimism about being the only one of his kind.
But if you’ve watched enough of the Winnie the Pooh movies (which, unfortunately, I have—five younger siblings), you know that even Tigger gets tired of being the only one.
Let’s face it. Writing is not called the lonely craft without reason.
One of two things happen. Let’s take a look, shall we?
One: I’m the only one.
How do you know if you are the only one?
Two: I WISH I were the only one.
How can you tell if you WISH you were the only one?
I am in neither of these situations. I have great people who, writers or not, give me the support I need. I hope you do, too. But if you don’t—whether you’re lonely or just tired of people—here’s the bottom line.
You are the only one. There is no other writer in the whole universe who will come up with your story and tell it the way you will. And the same is true of every other writer on the planet. You have a message that no one else can write. Not just any message, but a message God gave you—a message He understands completely. So don’t worry—no one is going to take over your book, because they can’t. And don’t worry—Somebody gets you.
So go ahead and just be you.
Now that we’ve got that covered . . . I have a list to make of people I’d like to bowl over. After all, everybody likes Tigger, and he does it all the time. I think I’ll start with the person who put a typo on that sign . . . :)
*jerks to attention from somewhere in 1776 and realizes I was supposed to send out a ProseWorthy post today*
So sorry, ladies and gentlemen. I graduated last week, when I was actually supposed to send my post out. And then I wrote seventy-something thank-you cards.
And after writing seventy-something different ways to say thank you (just in case people compare notes), your imagination is basically shot.
When you don’t know what to write . . . look for pretty graphics (see below).
Admittedly, I have used all these reasons at one point or another.
Why do you write? For any of these reasons? What makes you keep going when you’re slamming your head against the brick wall of writer’s block? What makes you keep going when someone gives you “THE LOOK” when you tell them you’re a writer? What makes you keep going when you realize how horrible your grammar was in that chapter?
Do you keep writing because you hope writing will make you famous? Do you keep writing because you hope it will make you lots of money? (You might as well stop. It won’t. At least, not for a while.) Do you keep writing because you hope it will make people like you? Do you keep writing just because you like writing?
Then what happens when your book doesn’t take off or make you famous or make you money? What happens if you don’t like writing anymore?
The reason why we write is far deeper than any of the others. We write because God has given us the gift to write. And we write because He has given us that gift to use. To glorify Him. To make a difference.
And perhaps also because we like naming our characters cool names.
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