Do you ever think about how the mind can play with the truth? How it can twist and turn an excuse into a perfectly rational reason? Rational to yourself only, of course.
When I stopped writing I thought, “my writing feels the same, it circles the same topic and gives no new information.” I thought of reading more and then starting writing again much later, after I had “gathered knowledge.” Yes, I did read more, but write? No. Without meaning to, I got used to not writing.
I saw the included picture by VV today. The timing couldn’t have been better. When in doubt, go back to the why (or so they say). My why? I love a good story, and I am a strong advocate of even the most technical information you can think of being told in story form when teaching or sharing knowledge. Stories stick better. I read a book on Young Sherlock Holmes as a young boy and his tossle with Rame Tep, 13 years ago. I can still remember the general storyline despite reading it once (I lent it to someone that lost it, which was painful). I can’t say the same for some courses I took 4 years ago.
Writing everyday was to help me iterate towards a storytelling format for all my thoughts, while massaging my cryptic side (hence the weird write ups on some days) and occasionally writing a summary of something I had read or thought a lot about. In retrospect, I had most likely reached the proverbial point where “those who succeed press forward and those who fail quit.” And quit did I do.
Well, here’s to dropping my excuses and continuing my craft.
(btw I stole this line: “the mind can play with the truth” from NF’s Just Like You)
