I have not started writing consistently because I have been paralysed in a self-fabricated analytic gridlock. My heart has been separated from my mind because I am not sure who my intended audience is and what they would love to read about. It’s strange because the paradox is that I have not been able to build any significant audience due to the inconsistency of my writing habits and patterns. Since I have not been writing, I should not be worried about what people who do not exist would want to read.
I feel paralysed because I overthink everything about the content I want to deliver. I assume that I must customise my writing style and content to suit a specific niche of readers. My heart wants to be free to explore and write about anything that comes to mind, but my mind wants me to narrow my content to a specific discipline or area of life. The friction caused by the opposition between my heart and mind has kept me grounded in a state of inertia. A non-existent fear was born, and now I must break free from the invisible prisons of self-doubt.
I feel paralysed because I overthink the level of sophistication of the grammar and the style of vocabulary that would fit the yet-to-be audience. Having been schooled in academic writing and having schooled myself in freestyle writing, the confusion over whether to make my writing simple and plain or if I should reconstruct the language of…
