If you have stumbled across my blog and are thinking “Day 1 of what?), have a quick read of this explanation:

I have set myself a challenge and need your help, (please).

Day 1

How can it be that hard? Three hundred words? I mean, that’s basically a shopping list and a to-do list, right? Actually, you probably don’t even need the shopping list, we all have so much to do each day. That has to be three hundred words. Having said that, I don’t imagine you will get a tremendous amount of pleasure from reading my to-do list. Therefore, I need to write something of interest, gain or amusement. But still, three hundred words a day, surely I can do that. Clearly not. I decided four days ago to start, and today is my first attempt. Why is it so hard? I want to write. I have a story to tell. I want to help people. And yet, I don’t. I find every reason I can think of not to do it. What the hell is that all about? Well, I can tell you. Procrastination, due to fear of rejection, people won’t find it interesting, good enough or get value from it. No one would want to hear my story anyway, I am a nobody. A nobody with a story to tell. Isn’t everyone? Or should I say, hasn’t everyone (a stoy to tell, that is)? Tell me a bit about you and I am all ears, I love to hear about other peoples lives, the good and bad bits.

However, I have convinced myself that no one wants to hear mine. Even though so many people have suggested that I tell my story, “You really need to write this; it will help so many people.” I have spent hours thinking of book titles, front cover photos, back cover write-ups, and how I will market it, and I haven’t written a bloody word. Stop thinking of the outcome, Liz, and enjoy the journey. But I am terrified it won’t be good enough. Despite always saying if my story can help just one person, then everything I have gone through will be worth it. I don’t think I mean it. Well I do mean it, that would be incredible. But, I want to help everyone, always have, and likely always will. To my detriment, I might add. I often forget about me. You can’t help others if you don’t help yourself. Isn’t that selfish? Oh, I can’t do that; what will people think of me? How do I turn my brain off? Well, not fully, obviously. Perhaps reprogramme would be a better choice of word. 

And there is it: in just a few minutes, I wrote 300 words. You may think it is utter shit, and you are perfectly entitled to it. I may think it is utter shit (I haven’t re-read it yet), but that’s ok. I got the bloody words down and I am satisfied. Let’s see what tomorrow brings!

If you would like to join me on this journey, please like, subscribe and comment. If you make a comment, please explain what it was that made you feel that way.

Thanks, Liz