Monday, January 1, 2018

A Writer's Fear

"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." - Ernest Hemingway


The other day, I was strolling around the bookstore and  saw the ever-growing amount of poetry and prose-filled books. I picked one up and scanned its contents.

'Not bad.' I thought and proceeded to skim through another.

Before long, I had already picked several books, all of which contained various emotions poured out by its respective writer. Every page turned felt like a story connecting the previous entry.

All books I've scanned were great, yet I didn't purchase any.

Perhaps it's a matter of pride or even of selfishness but I exited the bookstore empty-handed, which was rare since I always stocked up on notebooks and mechanical pencil refills or, in some occasions, a good book to read during bedtime. The only item the trip to the bookstore gave me was a river of thoughts, continuously flowing until I reached the door to my apartment.

'How will I reach out to the readers? Are my works even worth it? What can I do to make mine stand out?'

This kind of writing has become mainstream. I shouldn't bother publishing. I shouldn't bother even thinking about the decreased impact of words due to the influx of this writing style.

I shouldn't worry. I shouldn't, I shouldn't, I shouldn't.
I fell asleep sometime 2 o'clock in the morning just thinking about it.

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