Sometimes your life ends. Not for any other reason than it does.
My life felt this way for a long time. I never understood myself the way I thought I did.
Ending is inevitable; but how do we want to go out.
I’d think about this when I was stuck on a particular piece of writing, forget about it then it would creep in, the wanting of “The One”.
I’d sit at my desk waiting for “That Story’ the one!
First, chasing the one has nothing to do with writing ability; it’s all will.
The will to write the hard story is one of the toughest things about being a writer. It’s like life laughing in your face, fate screaming your name from a well-walled, distant room.
That one story will resonate with anyone who reads it, or maybe a select few that will love it and love you for it.
The problem with this story, vulnerability.
As creatives, writers are already prone to confidence issues, we don’t need to have anyone or anything else telling us we’re doing something wrong.
The story may come from childhood, teenage years, early adulthood or anywhere else. The worse thing about this story is it opens things up we’ve kept hidden from the world.
Things we’d rather not have opened. Wounds we thought had been closed, but that story comes in, masquerading like a savior to our writing.
If only you could write it!
But you’re afraid to write it. You don’t want to seem vulnerable to others. You don’t want others to see you afraid of yourself and the person you are, were or could be.
The truth is, these people you are, were or could be, they need you to write that story.
They need that closure, they desire it more than anything. I could list the reasons, but there’s not enough space in a post.
Every writer has the story they’re afraid to write. They don’t want the judgement. The fear of being vulnerable keeps us from writing those stories.
The fear keeps us from proving to ourselves who we are, and it always stands up when we’re stuck with another story.
It sits there, the one that got away.