Does anyone else fall behind on weekends?
Welcome back to day seven of my 31 Days of Free Writes on Writing series! <<<That link will take you directly to the Table of Contents for this series, so make sure to check it often for updates, I need readers to hold me accountable to my goals j/k, sort of. One week in! Make sure to check out the other bloggers participating, at the bottom of this page on the Five Minute Friday website, and go to the Five Minute Friday homepage to see Kate’s personal posts on 31 days as a Christian Writer, one I’m particularly interested in.
Now that I’ve opened the post, I cannot see the prompt, but I think it said Hold….
My dad has always said that what truly makes a writer is their need to write. A writer has to write. Period. So basically, if I didn’t feel this weighty need to write every. single. day, I probably wasn’t a true writer.
I think this, while I know it was well intentioned-meant to push me forward, has been twisted by the devil into a chain in my life. It’s one of the things he has used to try and discourage me in my dreams, it’s part of his scheme to derail me every time I start writing again.
But, no more. I’m really tired of letting him win. And the truth that I’ve come to know about what it means to be a writer is this: my dad is right, writing does have a hold on me. It’s an integral part of how I process life and connect with the Lord. My inconsistency (which I’ve really been trying to work on) isn’t a reflection on me as a writer, but as a person, one who has had a lifelong history of being able to close my eyes to what I need to do, pushing small things off or waiting until the last minute. It’s a reflection of my sinful nature. (Not that the absence of writing is in and of itself a sin, but when you aren’t responding to a call you believe the Lord has put on your life, no matter the activity, there in-lies the problem. )
Writing does have a hold on me, and that hold builds each day that I exercise it, just as my hunger for the Word of The Lord grows each time I read. But just like my hunger will fade or get buried after a few days of letting it sit, so does that active reminder to write. But the minute I pick up a pen, or open a blank document, I know I have found my way home.