How was your weekend? Mine was normal (I did attend my brother’s symphony tryout–I wrote about the last one of those here).
Anyway, let’s get to it. That post I linked to, and this one are going to be opposites, to a point.
One of the most dangerous (and profitable) things a writer can do is…
A little oversimplified? Not hardly. Writers come up with almost all of their ideas when they do that (unless they start or end that thinking with research, which also involves thinking about WHAT to look at).
Well, with all that awesomeness attached, what’s dangerous about it?
I did buy that book I had mentioned a bit about before, and I’m more than halfway through it now. My brother let me borrow a $1 fantasy novel he picked up at Dollar Tree, and I’m on chapter three of that.
All this for me to realize, once again…
Writing is hard, sometimes.
There are times, and I’m going through one of them right now, that I get a bit stuck for motivation. I do write everyday, and I do know the value of the job vs. hobby debate (which is the subject of another post).
And for some reason, I seem to be having seasonal feelings, now that I recognize the fact that August is almost 2/3 of the way over. Done. Kaput. Soon-to-be-nada.
Do you know what happens after August? School, for folks and kids who are in college or high school (and also those who TEACH those folks in college or high school). Heck, there are even some literary magazines I’ve checked into that are barely open if it’s not some part of the school year.
And I feel a similar anticipation of a letdown, kinda like the end of summer vacation, even though I’m not currently going through the school thing anymore.
What’s going to happen? I don’t know. Will I write? Yes I will, and I need to make fiction part of that, more and more–even if it’s just revising.
That’s why thinking could be dangerous–if I go down a dark path, wondering about times in my life that haven’t happened yet, I won’t live (and yes, the only reason why I’m telling you, is because I put myself at the top of the list of people who need to get that concept deep into their soul).
Or always thinking about how things could be difficult or bad (good for plotting, characterization, figuring out how to address a prospect’s problems, and what-have-ya, but bad for me personally).
But I also can’t anticipate everything from a standpoint of reacting to everything in my life. If I only react, life becomes nothing more than a jumble of circumstances whose only goal is to wear me down.
Do I believe in what I’m doing? Yes I do. Does it have value? My clients tell me it does, but value has to start and end with me. Maybe to an extent editing provided too big of a break from actual fiction writing for too long–kinda like having an old machine that’s rusted into gear and can’t be adjusted.
But there are times I need a shove from behind to keep going down the writing road.
And there are times writing itself provides that shove. So, I’d like to thank you for your help in that–even if you’re only reading this.
Because if I can write what I feel and help someone else, even if it’s just one someone else, feel that they can continue their writing when it’s not easy, when they want to give up, or when sitting down to write is something they know they should do, but need help stepping up to do, I’ve done my job.
Thinking and writing can be hard–but that doesn’t mean they aren’t totally worth it.
Until next time,