When people find out I’m a writer, it often evokes a response like, “I would love to write” or “I have always wanted to write a book.” When I ask why they don’t, I’m met with a hint of embarrassment and, “Oh, I wouldn’t know where to start.”
Usually, with a little encouragement and some hard numbers (“If you wrote just 250 words a day, which you could probably easily do in less than thirty minutes, you’d have 91,000 words in a year — that’s a big book!”), they start to open up to the idea that maybe (just maybe) they could write after all.
Over the years, I’ve learned I can get words on paper. I can even do it in record time. Doesn’t matter. I still have my doubts, just like every other writer and creator in the history of ever. Maybe you’re familiar with some of them:
- I don’t know if it’ll be worth anything.
- I don’t know if anyone will like it.
- I don’t know if anyone will read it.
- I don’t know if it’ll be as good as [some famous person’s work].
- I don’t know how to organize it.
- I don’t know how to edit it.
- I’m not sure I’m any good at it.
I was reading a book by Wayne Dyer yesterday, and one of his instructions stood out to me:
“Refuse to allow yourself to have low expectations about what you’re capable of creating.” — Wayne Dyer, 21 Days to Master Success & Inner Peace
That’s it. Simply refuse to allow yourself to have low expectations about what you’re capable of creating.
There’s not much more to it than that.