So you want to write a book?
Or you want to start a blog?
Or your humble hope is simply to write better?
If I got a nickel for every time someone told me with shining eyes about their writing dreams, I would be able to build a library vast enough to house every Great American Novel conceived but never written.
And I get it. If you are reading this, you probably feel a certain fondness for words. You are probably the type of person who:
Remained alert through decades of English classes
Secretly hope text-based platforms like Substack (and maybe even Threads or Xitter) will succeed
Are inundated by writers (like yours truly) waxing poetic about writing
Consider writing like vitamins — generally beneficial for one’s life.
But going from dreaming about writing to actually writing is its own version of crossing the chasm — easy to say and hard to do.
I have a theory for why: we are confused about why we write.