Our process grows out of our belief in who we are.
I have never studied or trained to be a writer. That may be obvious from my grammar and the liberties I take when forming sentences and using punctuation. The courage to even call myself a writer comes only from a deep belief that we create who we are. Daily.
I believe in affirmations, mantras, daily reminders that we can be whatever we choose. Each day I remind myself that my body is beautiful even if it doesn’t look like the one I wore on my 21 year old self. When I am feeling impatient I repeat the mantra, I am love. I affirm who I want to be. I reach from my body into my spirit and grab courage.
Courage to say, I am a writer. And then the action to become one. So I write. Inside of each article or post I write, there is a process that shaped it. When I gather the courage to start writing my book, I’ll create a process for that.
Who do you want to be? Affirm it.
Rituals feed our spirit. Oh, how I fought this one. I still kick up a fuss, and then find myself back at the rituals that help me create.
Blocking out days and times to write specific pieces keeps me on a rhythm. I committed to writing one special letter a week to my newsletter list, so I blocked out 2 hours, 1 day a week to write only this letter. My kids go to a dear friend’s house and I sit on my couch, always the couch on this day, cup of tea in hand. The laptop perched on my legs as I open up a blank letter.
Carve out the time. Then show up.
I stare at a blank screen. I check my email. I go to Facebook. I think about how I have nothing to write about. I feel at a loss for delivering the messages I feel are inside of me. I check my email.
I type a sentence. I type a few more. Sometimes it sucks. Sometimes I keep it. Most often I erase it as typing just those few words churns a little switch inside of me that opens up my ability to receive.
Get started by writing words. Any of them.
Be In Your Life
As I drive, articles write themselves. I have sat in an Ikea parking lot with a sleeping baby scribbling in my notebook as much as I could remember from the drive.
When I am out at a bookstore sipping a latte watching my kids run around the books I suddenly know what I must write, or plan or dream. I send texts to Patrick with just a few words, followed by, I’ll ask you for that later.
I scribble on receipts, napkins and the back of any paper I find. The latest was a piece of a cereal box with one word on it. That is the only word I needed to take me back to the thought I had that will grow into a page full of words. Maybe.
Carve pumpkins, chop vegetables, jump on the trampoline with your kids. Live fully and the inspiration comes. You’ll have time for it inside of your ritual.
Know Your Process
This is not going to work if you don’t discover who you are. I write with a computer, you may love a certain blue notebook.
Part of my process is that I wonder if I can do it. I believe in my power and purpose, but I wonder if creation is possible again. My husband always listens at this point. And then sends me back to getting started. Write words. Any of them.
I get scared. Part of my process. I use it. I listen to it. I go back to my ritual. Sometimes it just takes washing the dishes or making the bed. I am no longer surprised or frustrated by the fear. I breathe in my mantra.
I step into the abundance of creation while fearing words will never show up again for my fingers to type. Abundance of creation.
Own Your Voice
I write with a voice, all mine. When I write and it is without my voice, it is fear of living in my truth. Jealousy, comparisons, frustrations, in-actions – these are the enemies of your voice. Your voice comes the more you create. The less you compare. Love up others, don’t try to be them. It will crash and burn you.
Each action brings you closer to that switch that opens up your ability to receive.
So my process goes a little something like this: mantra affirming who I am, ritual and simplicity of making the time, getting started by typing one word and then another, driving and doing dishes in my life, understanding who I am which holds a little bit of fear and writing inside of my voice because I got started.
Wanna show me yours?