Having lunch with a friend recently, the subject of writing came up. He's working quietly on a book. I mentioned that I also enjoy writing. I just don't write as much as I wish I did.
He said, "I can help you do your writing." Oh cool. I need all the pointers I can get. I took the bait.
"OK, so what's the secret?" I asked.
That was his answer: Write.
It took me a moment to realize that he had completed his admonition. He repeated it. I processed the simple clarity of the imperative.
Even though I'm not currently working on a book, even though I journal daily, even though I lack focus in my subject matter, I simply need to write. You are reading part of my writing experiment now. I have committed to post a blog every day in the month of August. Some posts are more profound than others. Some posts get more hits than others. But at least I'm writing.
It may not be doing any good to others, but it's at least therapeutic for me.