#nonwriter

[blackprestige]

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[carly-elizabeth]

There’s a first time for everything...

I’m not a writer.

I mean, I don’t consider myself to be one. However, my desire to blog has been simmering over the past 3 years, and has finally arrived at the point where the desire/need (need/desire?!) to put words onto an electronic page is just emanating from my fingertips - or is it my soul? Hmm... too deep?! Well, whatever the reason may be - and wherever it’s coming from - I have decided to give it the green light and let my non-writer’s writing voice run wild! Hence, there’s a first time for everything!

The bigger question I would like to have answered though is, “What do I write about?!” As most right-brain thinking, creative individuals are, I have many interests. Some I would call passions and others I would say I have a strong love for. It’s a matter of selecting one (or two or three?) of those interests and getting started. You know, choosing your “starting point”. I’ve realized though that I could sit here for days on end struggling over said “starting point” so, I’m just going to begin big and have faith that I’ll find my writing groove niche soon enough. As a good friend, and kick-ass spiritual, feng shui guru, told me, ‘To manifest, you must take action!’ Here I go!!!

[raven-pierce-blog]

How Not to be a Writer

There are pretty easy ways not to be a writer.

For example, you can tell yourself, after a busy day after work, or school, I want to relax. Just for a day. Just for today.

And you sit in front of your computer, play Pokemon, check your twitter news feed, laugh, close your twitter feed, check your Facebook timeline, laugh some more.

Then, you tell yourself you have "networked" and sleep.

That is a fabulous way not to be a writer.

Or, when you get a day off, feel free to sit in front of your computer, and sleep on the delete button. Tell yourself you need cup after cups of coffee to get your creative muses up from sleep and working. Pick up your phone and call your friends, or pay your electricity bills. Slack off and fall asleep in your comfy armchair. Let your hands hover over the keyboard instead of tapping it. You are waiting for your creative muse.

These are definite ways not to be a writer. Procrastinate.

When you are strive not to be a writer, you will dream of getting published. Some day. You will dream of seeing your name in a magazine. You will dream off seeing your name on writer's interviews. You will dream off seeing the book you wrote in your local bookstore, with a brilliant cover and your name engraved.

The problem is, these things won't come true if you follow this guide how not to be a writer. After all, when you sit in front of your computer and sip coffee, didn't write anything, not even one word, you won't have an article to be published. You don't have something as a writer that people want to know. You won't have a book. You won't get published because you don't even write.

Now, if you want to sip coffee endlessly and hide your keyboard, follow every suggestion this guide tells you. If you want to get published... don't follow this guide. Be a rebel. Be a writer. Write.

[breathehell]

Co, jeśli powiem, że nie kochasz mnie tak, jakbym chciał żebyś mnie kochał? Nie tęsknię za Tobą, tylko za ciałem. Nie za seksem, za ciałem. Za obecnością. Za butami w przedpokoju. Za odsuwaniem się od siebie w nocy, bo jednak niewygodnie tak zasypiać. Za objęciem w kuchni, udawaniu zaskoczenia podczas mieszania sosu. Co, jeśli będę wkładał ręce między nogi kogoś innego, bo mróz? Ten sam mróz, te same ręce, nie Twoje nogi. Co wtedy? Odpowiedz mi proszę, co wtedy? Bo ja nie wiem.

http://non-writer.blogspot.com/2012/10/nie-wiem.html