Too many Tumblr images had tainted my mind with what it meant to have the perfect atmosphere to write. Girls cozied up in tiny nooks with quilts (how they fit perfectly in there is beyond me), writing in their leather-bound journals gazing out of the window like some Nicholas Sparks lead. Their rooms always had candles. The ones that smelled like lavender or some other relaxing scent that probably didn\u2019t even exist in real life.<\/span><\/p>\n

I was jealous of their candles and quilts because they were getting crap done and I wasn\u2019t. They were on it. They were getting inspired and daydreaming. They were probably halfway through their manuscripts. Most likely signing a book deal.<\/span><\/p>\n

And here I was. Waiting.<\/span><\/p>\n

Waiting for some sort of magical moment that would force everything I\u2019ve ever wanted to say out into my black notebooks. Truth is I was waiting for years, repeatedly making excuses for a process that only existed in the pretty photos and blogs. Making excuses for a process that would never work for me.<\/span><\/p>\n

Turns out that blaming my lack of productivity in not having the perfect place to write was a great excuse not to write. I didn\u2019t have to admit that I was afraid of pouring my thoughts out onto paper for people to read. Didn\u2019t have to say that I was fearful of never being good enough. I could just blame it on my environment instead.<\/span><\/p>\n

Somewhere between then and now, I learned that waiting for those perfect moments and environments was similar to waiting on a decent Terminator sequel. Unrealistic and never gonna happen.<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m learning instead that if you love something and want to do it for the rest of your life you\u2019ll make time for it, even in uncomfortable environments and situations. You\u2019ll write on the backs of receipts from the darkest depths of your bag or on those paper coasters at that one bar. You\u2019ll scribble in your notebooks on the train and jot down character notes in the weird smelling taxi.<\/span><\/p>\n

You\u2019ll get it done. If that\u2019s what you desire.<\/span><\/p>\n

I could keep saying that I don\u2019t have a cozy Nicholas Sparks window nook to gaze out of.\u00a0Or I could just write.<\/span><\/p>\n

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