So writing again.
The solitary act of writing has taken over, again. Yea.
I have had many tunnels of darkness surrounding me in the writing, so much so that I just wanted to bin it, give it up and do something else. Recently I even thought maybe I should focus more on pr-writing or something, easy stuff, or if I had to be honest, boring stuff. But I have been on that road before. So no.
And I am a journalist. I studied to become a journalist, I wrote for newspapers and magazines and agencies. I love writing and have always done it. It’s in my blood.
Then I moved countries and it was hard getting into a new media scene in a different country. I was limited because I could mainly work freelance and did that. When the recession hit, the freelancing dwindled to nothing. So I wrote little bits here and there, many blogs and many essays. I started doing a newspaper at a local school with local kids, so I could pass on my knowledge and still use it. That was fun and still is.
Then I decided to do a writing course and it was fabulous. It pushed me to my limits, not only the writing bit, but the thinking about the story or how to work the story-bit even further, everything. Also the getting through the dark tunnel of no-ideas-bit, to continue writing although you don’t know how to continue.
And now I am fired up again to never stop writing – ever. I have always loved writing, so I shouldn’t give it up, I shouldn’t actually care what others say about my writing, except if I ask them and want their opinion. And then still view it as exactly that – an opinion.