More About My Writing Crisis Than You Ever Wanted To Know

I’m having a writing crisis.

It’s a crisis because I really want to write stuff, but I can’t.  I could probably just say I have writer’s block, but calling it that would force me to admit that this is a normal problem, and I want to continue to believe that my problems are unique and special.

I haven’t exactly been writing nothing… I wrote this guest post for Bret Contreras’ blog, which was pretty much the coolest thing ever because I really admire him and I felt honored to get asked to write it.  And also because I got to write about working out.  I want to talk about working out pretty much all the time, but I don’t because I know it annoys people.  So instead I just bottle it up.  Then when my boyfriend asks how my day was I bombard him with a detailed account of everything I did in the gym.  I’m sure it annoys him too, but he’s my boyfriend so he tolerates it and then pretends to be impressed.  Having an opportunity to write about my training was indulgent, and incredibly fun.

The other cool thing that happened is that I got this post published on   I don’t exactly make an effort to promote this blog (meaning that I make exactly no effort to promote this blog) because my goal isn’t to gain exposure, I just want to write.  But that doesn’t mean it’s not SUPER exciting to have one of my pieces featured on the big stage.  Oh, and if you click on that link you’ll notice that the post is published under my real name.  I’m blogging under my real name now, and frankly, it’s terrifying.  That’s why I linked to my post on Bret’s blog… there are pictures of my butt in it. If anything is going to help me get over this fear of being exposed, linking to pictures of my butt should do it.

Both of these recent events helped me realize that writing makes me a happier person.  So I need to start writing again.  But so far all I’ve done is sit around and mope about how I’m not writing.

That, and I read a lot of self-help books, because that’s what I do when I have a problem but don’t actually want to deal with solving it.  I read a book called “The Slight Edge” by Jeff Olson. The basic idea of the book is that the small, seemingly insignificant things that you do on a daily basis, when repeated over time, determine the trajectory of your life, for better or for worse. And this concept applies to your health and fitness, relationships, career, happiness… everything.

Sitting around and moping won’t make me a writer.  Only writing stuff will make me a writer.  So I need to keep sitting down to write, even if I don’t know what to write, and even if what I end up writing totally sucks.  So that’s what I did today.

I wrote this post.

That was supposed to be the end of the post, but so far this post has been entirely self indulgent and I have a policy against publishing posts that aren’t helpful to my readers.   So here’s how I’ll make this post helpful; go buy “The Slight Edge”, read it, and figure out how to use it to improve your life.  Because I guarantee you that it can.

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One Comment on “More About My Writing Crisis Than You Ever Wanted To Know”

  1. Mary says:

    Keep writing! And thanks for encouraging my good habits. If I keep adding one new one a year I’ll be pretty stellar before I die.

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