On the surface, writing seems like it would be easy. I mean, you just sit there in front of a computer or relax in a chair while you write in a spiral notebook… How hard could that be? It’s not like laying concrete in 90 degree heat after all. Yet so many of us writers seem to find it so hard to do.
When I was in my twenties, I couldn’t understand where writers got their ideas. But now in “middle age” (I’m 54), I have more ideas than I can possibly put into book form in one lifetime, so that shuts me down.
Too many choices paralyses progress. Here’s a good article on the subject:
And for me, it’s not just writing, but being interested in so many things (like I think a lot or writers are), such as; astronomy, artificial intelligence, physics, it goes on and on…
Unlike the guy in the article, I didn’t have a childhood with choices or support, in fact, I mostly just had to survive my childhood. But now, I do have choices, which has become a problem. So because I can’t choose, for now, I’m going to keep writing Timmy Tales or other horse related short stories and horse related articles, because one constant in my life has always been horses. Not that I had them growing up, but I read everything I could get my hands on about them, fiction or non-fiction and I watched every movie and tv show that had horses whether or not I liked the show itself.
So for now, I choose horses (and all my other 4-legged loves).
Joey and Chandler approve of this post: