In case you haven’t noticed, I write about all the stuff I suck at.
And here’s my worst struggle yet: staying focused.
But this discipline is a non-negotiable for a writer. It’s essential for anyone who is serious about doing great work.
I don’t care if you have to trick yourself into it. If you’re going to do stuff that matters, you will need to find a way to stop chasing shiny objects, sit down, and get something done.
That’s all there is to it.
I was at a restaurant the other night. Naturally, I was reading the menu. I was trying to decide if I wanted to eat a second dinner that evening. (Yes, that’s right, second dinner. Don’t judge.)
That’s when I saw it. It hit me hard — like a squirt of lemon juice to the eye.
When I was in high school, writing inspirational pieces and poems, I dreamt of the writer’s life. I envisioned a cabin on the side of mountain, a cool streaming making its way past, the multi-color sunset paining a masterpiece on the canvas of the sky.
Don’t tell me something that I could’ve read somewhere else. Don’t tell me something that I already know. Tell me something different. Tell me something unique, something that will cause me to read what you wrote not once, but twice or three times. Tell me something that will cause me to go back and read […]