The best advice I have gotten so far on my writing journey is, “If you write, you are a writer.” Before I started writing last year as a way to combat my pandemic anxiety, I had not written fiction since before medical school. It had been way too long, and I forgot how fun it is. It’s enjoyable to see words down on a page, to see with word counts and pages completed that I accomplished something real that day.

Using my creativity, too, make my brain come alive again. I notice things more when I walk my dog in the evenings. I smell my neighbors’ flowers and etch their exact color into my memory. I note changes to the neighborhood, counting types of cars and different versions of fences and lawns.

My internet search history has also gotten a lot more interesting. I’ve done deep dives into the Golden Age of piracy, mountaineering, ballroom dance videos, field medicine, Regency-era New York law and forensics, and more. For lack of a better term, it’s been a lot of fun.

I’ve read more poetry these past two years than I’ve ever read before, found new authors whose works I admire, and even studied classic literature (well, okay, I have a full-time demanding day job and two young kids, so I listen to the Classical Stuff You Should Know podcast).

Get writing. Put words on a page, whether it’s an outline, snippets, dialogue that won’t get out of your mind. See where it takes you, and let me know how it’s going for you.

Ta!

Nat.

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