Reinventing and Sticking to your Identity

noxxedout said: As a writer, how do you find your voice? And what do you do when your brain tells you constantly, "You're not a writer?"
Here’s a secret…   Words trump thoughts.  Actions trump words.  It’s like that game of paper-rock-scissors.   When your brain says you’re not a writer — then tell people you’re a writer.  And when your talking isn’t enough, then take action.  Join a class or workshop that will support your new identity.  And write.  
- Chuck Palahniuk
This is from http://chuckpalahniuk.tumblr.com/post/93323357561/as-a-writer-how-do-you-find-your-voice-and-what-do

 I found an interesting method for a creative generation some time ago. This was to exchange words.

 You could refashion Chuck Palahniuk's statement not only in being writer, but when you're striving towards a goal, when you're trying reinvent yourself, and have a new identity.

 Words trump thoughts. Action trump words. It's like that game or paper-rock-scissors. When your brain says you're not (insert whatever you're trying to be), then tell people you're a (insert whatever you're trying to be). And when your talking isn't enough, then take action. Join a class or workshop that will support your new identity. And (do whatever you're trying to be doing).

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