Why Courage Is The Writer’s Edge
Another day with no inspiration, sitting in a cafe in West London, the tables next to me have seen three sets of people come and go.
I am still staring at the screen.
The problem is that I am at a junction that I do not know how to navigate. Do I write for money or do I write because I have something to say?
I am coming to the realisation that both options cannot co-exist. They are two different beasts. They come from different places and they have nothing in common with each other. Trying to put the two together only creates blind albino babies that may as well be flushed down the loo.
The funny thing is that the best stories, the ones from real experience flow freely whilst writing to please the algorithm is painstakingly boring. It kills the joy and saddens the muse.
I have done a lot in my life. I have suffered childhood trauma, I’ve come out the other side of a debilitating drug problem and smuggled mobile phones in Bali.
I just don’t have the balls to write about that shit because I am afraid to.
I lack the courage.
The best writers have it, they write what they have to and damn the consequences.
They don’t do it for the money, they do it because they have something to say and it needs to come out.
The joke is that they usually end up wealthy for doing it.
