The Writing Life
- The Writing Life
- The Writing Life: The Beginning
- The Writing Life: Getting Down to Business
- The Writing Life: Lessons Learned
- The Writing Life: A New Millennium
- The Writing Life: A Blessing in Disguise
- The Writing Life: Finally!
- The Writing Life:”Darker” Days
- The Writing Life: Struggling For a New Idea
- The Writing Life: The Last Straw
- The Writing Life: Floundering
- The Writing Life: Opportunities and New Lessons Learned
- The Writing Life: Turning Point
- The Writing Life: Opening Doors
Previousaly published on Desvario
It’s been one of those Saturdays where I just wanted to stay home, crash and get some work done that I’d been more or less slacking off with for the past week. I woke up this morning with the intention of working on the novel, and I did, although I had only written a couple of pages.
Still, that’s more than I’d done all week, really, so at least I got something done.
While taking a break for lunch, I got to thinking about this whole writing game and how truly difficult it is. The writing itself isn’t so much a problem, since I enjoy doing it so much, but the whole idea of working on something, trying to find a publisher and/or readers, or even just a few people around you that are interested enough in discussing it with you is sometimes a rare thing indeed. If you’re lucky, you have many. Sometimes one will find they’re pissing in the wind, essentially, with only a small amount of people around them who take them seriously much less want to listen to all the “trials and travails” about trying to become a writer.
I feel fortunate that I have a few people around me who are willing to listen, to read, to critique and sometimes to encourage. It’s nice to have people believe in you but first and foremost you have to believe in yourself. The world is full of naysayers and dream killers and it’s their job to spread their ass cheeks wide and shit all over everything and everyone they come across. As far as I’m concerned, they’re just wasting their time and energy and for those of you out there who have similar shitters lurking about, I suggest you pay no mind to them as well.
Anyway, I got to thinking about this whole thing and my own personal experiences and found it all quite amusing to say the least. In the coming days I will be posting a series of…uh…well…posts (imaginatively titled “The Writing Life”), about that experience, from the beginning up through the present day. Since the idea of this blog is to write about writing (and all things literature in general) plus my own personal experiences, I thought it would be a good (and fun) thing to do.
Ok, I know I am still an unknown writer to the world at large but that is precisely the point. I do not write these posts as an “expert” on anything. They are merely my opinions, my views, etc. I know I still have a lot to learn and having many poems published over the years doesn’t change the fact that I am still essentially a beginner at all this. That much I do understand but I think there may be others out there in the same position I am in at the moment: struggling to write, struggling to make their way in the face of so much competition and the literal glut of people all aspiring to do the same.
I hope these forthcoming posts will generate some sort of discussion. However, with the exception of a handful of you who I know are reading this (I thank you! It’s appreciated more than you will ever know!), I know that this is floating around out there in cyberspace, and God knows how many, if any, are even reading it or even care. Such is the nature of things. However, if you are reading this blog and do care, I would love to hear from you. Now it’s back to work, just after I make another cup of espresso.
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