A moment of honesty here, friends: I had no desire to write this blog post last night. I heard the call of my bed, so sweet and wonderful after a long day. I saw the housework piling up around me. I was buried under the weight of all the things I should have done instead of this.
And yet, I wrote it—with heavy eyelids and messy house, I walked to my keyboard once again.
I know in the long run, this is just a blog; it isn’t a matter of life and death if I don’t finish this post. But as much as I hope you’re all waiting for my next entry with bated breath, my perseverance isn’t for you.
It’s for me.
You see, one of the greatest Truths of Writing, and one I need to remind myself of often, is the importance of developing a consistent writing habit.
As my sage author on habits and happiness, Gretchen Rubin, once said:
“What you do every day matters more than what you do once in a while.”
The regular act of writing, even just a few sentences, is so incredibly important for advancing the technical abilities and creative thinking of writers. It prevents your brain getting rusty. It challenges you to think of new topics and ways to craft stories.
I’ve found that in months where I consistently scribble down a few things every day, I have a much easier time of accomplishing my writing goals.
But besides the benefits of greasing those creative cogs and keeping you motivated, writing frequently is beneficial for my mental health and anxiety.
I know they’re just words. But if you fall into any of the following categories, I’m willing to bet that someone else’s written words have affected your life--
If you’re here, you know what I mean.
Writing is tremendously cathartic. When I have a rough day and need a stress reliever, I turn to my pen and paper. When I’m crushed under the enormity of the thoughts bouncing around my head, stringing words together helps calm down the buzzing. When I need to work out my life, writing is always there to give me a hug and say, “It’s okay. Let’s figure this out together.”
Writing is my crutch when I’ve sprained my soul and my cheerleader when I’m down.
What we as writers do may not be important to everyone, but it is to us. All I can do is shout into the void and hope that someone is listening.
Writer, editor, and storyteller living in the Twin Cities.