I have been mired in the swamp of writer’s block for a few days. It’s been frustrating. I have ideas and stories that I want to tell, but I haven’t been able to find the words to share them. And the harder I press to write something, just anything… the harder it becomes to write anything at all.
I believe writer’s block is created by subconscious fears and worries in my personal life; a dark moment of weakness that grips my creativity and refuses to relinquish it. Last night, I was reminded of a conversation I had with a friend of mine a few months ago. He wanted to know why I even bother writing because nobody cares what I have to say. He went on to tell me that no one cared about my personal stories and that I should utilize my time for more important matters. When I explained to him why I write, he said something that has stuck with me. He told me that I have been writing long enough and that if I was any good, then I would be working somewhere as a professional writer by now.
Last night, I pondered his statements as I stared at another blank page. What if he was right? What if I am wasting my time? What if no one really cares? Maybe it’s time to give it up.
This morning I sat on our back patio and had coffee with the birds that were playing tag in the freshly cut lawn. Their songs of praise filled me with tranquility. The tentacles of the sun shone down and embraced me with warmth. The subtle breeze whistled a chorus that created a sensuous symphony of peace as I closed my eyes and let the music fill my soul. And in a crescendo of sound that crashed down upon me, the mist of my writer’s block began to dissipate.
I write because I love to write. It is my first love. And in difficult times, the written word has comforted me. Writing has filled my broken heart with hope. It has given me the ability to trudge forward into the unknown with courage. During the good times, I have written some amazing text, inspired lyrics and wild poetry. Writing has lifted my spirit and connected me with the world in such a way that I lack the proper words to explain the joy that washes over me when a good story comes together.
There is truth in the statement that “nobody cares” when you replace the word “nobody” with the word “I.” My friend doesn’t care for my articles and that’s okay. My writing is not for everybody. But I care! And that’s what is important. Words have meaning to me. Expressions have importance. There are moments when I find the perfect sentence or phrase that touches lives beyond my own and I find that to be very significant. I have emails from people who have thanked me for sharing a thought or a story because my prose has touched their heart. It is humbling to know that something I have written has touched the soul or affected the life of another person.
Irishman For Hire is my labor of love. In the pages that have come before and the pages that will come after this article, I am exposing a piece of my heart and soul to share with the world. It makes me vulnerable. And as scary as that sounds, it is what makes us all human; the honest need to share, to learn and to love one another.
For my family members, it is a history of our life; those small moments that might have been lost forever if I hadn’t taken the time to record them. I cannot think of a greater gift to leave my children then a recorded history of the quintessential moments that had even the smallest impact on our lives as a family. I won’t be here in a hundred years but my stories will be with my family forever.
My articles are a glimpse of the world from my individual perspective. It is my innate quest to discover what is important in life. I believe we all share the same hopes and fears, we just experience them differently. We struggle to provide for our families, we want more quality time with our loved ones and most importantly, we all want our own little piece of the American Dream. Writing is part of my American Dream. I share my small corner of the world with a global society because we all have so much to learn from each other. I am blessed to have had so many wonderful people in the world offer their feedback. Your comments and emails change my life daily. Thank you for sharing your lives with me in return. You’ll never know how much you have all taught me.
And that is why I find it ironic and uniquely apropos that it took something as simple as the symphony of the birds to wash away my own fears and inadequacies that created my writer’s block. All I have to do to find clarity in the world around me is to embrace the simple things that make the world such an intricate and fascinating place to explore.