The more we write, the more we submit, the more we tell our story, the more we show up … the more practiced we become in the entire craft.
In the 14th century, a merchant in Venice pulled out a notebook, a few pens, and put together “a page-sized patchwork of his afternoon.” It was called a zibaldone, and was a hybrid diary, doodle pad, scrapbook, and ledger, reinforcing that a desire to record our days has been thriving long before social media apps were conceived.
Every July I take a break from blogging and newsletter writing, but this year I’ve decided to take things one step further by staying off of social media for 30 days. If you’ve been circling around a similar idea, consider this post your invitation to join me.
At a writing conference in Raleigh, I loved the response from a poet who was asked how she stays positive in the face of all the rejection letters that come in.
Open our Instagram feed, and you might be surprised at what you discover. Wild Words has an account, but there are only nine photos, which is all you’ll see for the foreseeable future. Right now, I’m consciously choosing not to build a community on Instagram. This might be an unpopular choice, but I’m not interested in anyone else’s opinion. I’m interested in my sanity.