I write.

Have you ever lost your mojo?

My mojo has been gone for some time. Non-existent. Kaput.

I posted about being not being able to finesse a situation, which is my writing. My friend, Harry, from My Creative Team told me use brute force.

So, what you are seeing is brute force. I’m afraid if I don’t write and get started soon, I won’t write again.

The thought terrifies me.

I self-identify as a writer. I write; therefore I am. Or is it: I am, therefore I write?

Good question.

I’m doing work I love. I also love writing. Those two paths don’t necessarily cross.

Like any writer, I get frustrated. Words don’t flow as well, or I write something that is so well done, I shock myself. And then fear sets in.

Fear I’ll never do anything again. Fear I’ll never write something that great again. Fear people will hate what I’m writing and mock me and the words I put on paper.

Isn’t that the fear of every writer? That people will only love us based on the words on  paper. We put so much of ourselves into the words we write. Those words are our thoughts, our passions, our emotion, our creativity.

They are who we are.

What I have to do is put myself in a place of vulnerability.  The willingness to own my shit take responsibility and just go for it. Which I’m doing here.

So far brute force hasn’t been too bad.

I have to remember to stay vulnerable and keep writing. Remembering my breath before I sit down and being aware of it during. Making sure my writing is an exercise of my full being, rather than just intellectual exercise.

Only then, will I approach my writing without judgment.