Have you seen it? I can’t seem to find it.
Every day I feel this urge to write, to create a world of wonder and lovely thoughts for readers to enjoy. But every day it’s like I approach that door in my mind, the one that seems to stand in the middle of nowhere, you’ve probably seen one like it in the movies. I open that door with great expectation, only to find a concrete wall or pitch black nothingness.
How can I be a writer if the words won’t come? How can I tell stories if I don’t know where to start? How an I fill the empty spaces with words, when I’m not sure what to say or doubt the worth of my thoughts?
I struggle with depressing thoughts when I look at how very little I have accomplished where my dreams are concerned. I have been writing for nearly ten years. I should have a book published by now. I used to walk through the library during high school imagining the books I’d written being on those shelves.
I know it can still happen, I am still young. I don’t doubt that writing is God’s calling for my life. How could it not be? The only problem is knowing where to go from there when even my spark of creativity seems to have bailed out on me.
I’ll find it somewhere, I promise. Perhaps it will come back to me while I sleep.