How Hard Is It Really?

To write something?

To put one word in front of the other and form a sentence?

I just did it.  Twice.  Easy peasy.

I thought something, I typed out the words, and there you have it.

Not hard at all.


When you want to be a writer, when you want to pour your heart and soul out on the page and share it with others, it suddenly becomes so hard to do.

You think about writing (or at least I do), but you don’t do it.  Instead you watch that Bones episode that means nothing to you.  Or you read some random blog post (like you’re doing now) or you get up and go to the kitchen and grab something salty or sweet.


Because starting means maybe you don’t finish.  Or maybe you fail.  Or maybe, when it’s something that matters to you, the words become heavy and weighted down.  Ponderous with implication.

Or something like that.

But, really.  How hard is it?  Just put one word in front of another.  Just…type.



Do it.

Because, how hard is it really?

About M. H. Lee

M.H. Lee is a speculative fiction writer currently residing in Colorado whose stories are sometimes dark, sometimes funny, sometimes darkly funny, but hopefully always thought-provoking and entertaining.
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