Below is a prayer for defeating writer’s block, for triumphing self-doubt, self-defeating self-talk, and for crushing the demoralizing struggle of beginnings.
An affirmation: I am a creative, conscious writer. I tap into the mainline of the story and feed it what it needs.
A truth: creativity isn’t sparked by a muse. It’s a muscle that gets flexed when it’s tired, sore, weak, sometimes broken or torn.
A thought: I came here to fuck shit up, and I will continue to try.
A realization: It doesn’t always feel good to start. It’s harder to finish. And the final product looks different. All of this is part of the process, and is totally, completely, 100% OK.
A permission: I am allowed to close the door to that which does not serve me.
Repeat as needed. Rest often.
