Last week I went to a writer’s workshop. I’ve been to many and I always come out with something. A new skill, a new thought, a brainwave moment.
But last week I came out with something extraordinary.
The woman who ran the workshop read some of her writing to us. It was deeply moving. As she started reading, maybe it was her voice which was so filled with emotion, a lump developed in my throat.
And as she continued, I started crying.
Not just crying, weeping. Her words were exceptional. But painful.
‘How did you do it?’, I asked at the end. ‘How did you ever manage to get those astonishingly beautiful but such difficult words on paper?’
She told me it had been the hardest thing she had ever done. But that someone had once given her brilliant advice.
Write one sentence a day.
Just one. And it will be difficult. But you will find that after thirty days, thirty sentences is quite a lot. And then it slowly gets easier to write two a day. Then three. Until you’re ready to write it all.
It was such good advice and I feel eternally grateful.
I have a story, a difficult story, that I cannot write. I’ve tried, so many times, and each time I delete. I get overwhelmed with emotion.
Today I wrote my first sentence. It was hard. It may take ten years for me to write the story that I have inside. The only one that I really want to tell.
Tears were streaming down my face as I wrote it.
But I’m so glad that I have begun.