I told myself that yesterday. I told myself that a week ago, and a couple of months ago. A year ago.
"I should write" I think to myself as I'm pushing a cart down the grocery store aisle or driving home after work.
"I should write" I think to myself as I'm doing mindless tasks at work.
"I should write" I think to myself while I'm playing a game on my phone or doing the laundry or caring for mom or freaking out about my kids.
"You're a writer" said my college mentor.
"You should write a book" said my new friend from yoga teacher training.
"Why don't you write?" said my son when I wondered out loud what the hell I was doing with my life at the age of 50.
If a writer doesn't write is she still a writer?
Or is she just a lost soul drowning and flailing and fighting a mess of losing battles?
Well, that sounded dramatic. But really. It's a question I ask myself after I think "I should write."
I think the answer to the question is: That's a stupid question. Stop asking yourself that question and start writing.