I was trying to get some writing done last night, but I couldn’t get started. Then I had a thought that stopped my ability to focus on anything at all.
Am I living my life in a way that I would want to write about myself? Am I interesting?
I mean, I’ve met some great people and experienced some extraordinary parts of life. But would I write about my own life?
And I guess this could be any writer’s/artist’s dilemma.
Look at J.J. Abrams. How can that guy’s life be more interesting than LOST or Fringe or Super 8? It can’t.
So maybe I don’t need to worry about whether or not I’m living an interesting life. I don’t have to live an interesting life to be a writer. Then again, maybe that would help me to be a better writer.