I’ve written tens, even hundreds of thousands of words with the intention of publishing them. While I’ve published some, some of the words got no eyeballs besides mine. That blog unpublished blog post. They rest in a graveyard on my computer. Some of them I deleted. Where do deleted words actually go? Weird thought, right? But why does the blog post I didn’t publish exist?
One of the challenges of publishing, or more specifically in this context, blogging, is creating content. I’ve never been a fan of creating content for the sake of it. As I’ve said in the past, here, here and here, writing and blogging have been primarily notes-to-self. Blogging has been a way for me share my failures and wrestle with ideas and various issues.
When I have no inspiration to write or blog, what should I do? That’s a question I have to answer often when I write. I simple answer is: I write. This is something that I picked up from Steven Pressfield’s book, “The War of Art“. Steven labels something many creators, like me, have struggled to label. He calls it, “resistance”. How apt.
I’ve said it before: “Opinion Shortage” is one headline you’ll never come across. This is because we all have them. In this post, I wrote about what to do with other people’s opinions when it comes to who we are and our endeavours. I haven’t written about sharing opinions on social media, as a standalone topic or post. After witnessing many bungles recently, I think it is (perhaps) always worth talking about sharing opinions on social media.
Life can be full of drama. You can be so busy living, working, ‘familying’ and many other things that squeeze out other things. This is not a question about what how important the other stuff is. It is just a reminder of how we can go through seasons swept away by different tornadoes. I’ve been on the go recently and one of the things that suffered in the stranglehold of the ‘ings’ was writing. Getting back into it I realise how not writing often hurts.