I look at my ten year old son, who struggles a bit with maintaining his momentum in writing, and remember that I was exactly the same when I was his age. Trying to get to the end of a written word, let alone a sentence, before something else more interesting pops into your brain? Just too much concentration and patience needed.
By secondary school this had turned into an almost pathological hatred of essays. I took science and maths at A level to get out of writing any more text than I had to. I went to Warwick to study maths because that was hopefully even less.
- I’ve extended, subbed and polished a GDS Service Assessment report.
- I’ve written a ton of email.
- I’ve provided feedback to an old friend on their CV.
- I looked at some lyrics in Evernote
- There were probably some hopefully-wry asides on twitter.
- And now I’m writing this.
These days, I can touchtype (which makes it faster) and I get paid for some of the words (the possible ending of which helps on the motivation front) but I still think I probably find it nearly as hard as I did back then.
So I do wonder quite how I ended up with this as my job.
I do writing for my job and hobby.
All the words.
Writing the words.
Just keep writing the words.