A writer’s guide to Not Writing.

These past two weeks, I’ve done everything in my power to avoid writing.

  • I went on a long weekend of vacation.
  • Then, there was too much noise outside my house, so I had to live somewhere else for a few days.
  • Then the internet went out in the rental house.
  • And I had a tiff with my partner.
  • So I wasn’t feeling good about myself.
  • Plus I needed to cook.
  • And I needed to take some long walks, to blow off steam, you know.
  • Shit — I needed to plan my damn wedding.
  • And obviously I needed to be social. Sun’s out.

I’m such an expert at Not Writing that I drape my avoidance in “learning” to disguise it.

Intense fear of taking action grips me when I contemplate writing.

At this point, there are really only two things that keep me writing.

  1. The fear of — someday hopefully far off — realizing that I am old, and that I have not done what I wanted to do, à la Sylvia Plath’s figs.
  2. The wish that — someday hopefully quite soon — this fear won’t be what principally motivates me. That instead, I’ll be pulled along by a steady steam of successes, of pieces and projects I am proud of.

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Content designer. Sassy futurist. Ukulele plucker. Ottolenghi acolyte.

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Janel Torkington

Janel Torkington

Content designer. Sassy futurist. Ukulele plucker. Ottolenghi acolyte.