“If you could write anything, what would you write?”
This is arguably the simplest and most fundamental question posed to all writers, yet is also the most daunting.
I cannot shake it. It haunts me. The very fact that I am writing this is proof of that. I sit here, drinking my morning coffee, a half hour before I start my workday feeling like I could do anything I choose for the next 30 minutes. I want to write but do not have a project prepared—-no prompt, no goal, no purpose. So, I ask myself, as I often do, “If you could write anything, what would you write?”
Frankly, I know the answer.
I know exactly WHAT I want to write and WHY I want to write it. It was evident in that handwritten journal entry I shared last week (pictured above). It’s been evident since 2006, when I had finished my feature film trilogy that I completed during my college years, while I was unemployed and living in California with delusions of grandeur, when I sat in the spare bedroom of my buddy’s house.
Back then, However, I only had the WHAT, not the WHY. I had the concept but not its function; I knew what I wanted to create but not for whom and why they’d need it.
Now I know.
And I’m terrified.
This undertaking—-this idea I have—-it will not be an easy task. Not one bit.
But maybe that’s the whole point of why I am stuck: I know just how hard it is going to be. And I know that it will prove even more difficult than I anticipate. I know what I want to do, why I want to do it, and for whom I want to do it.
Which kinda leads to a second haunting question,”Do I love them enough to get it done?”