Write, Right?
I need to be writing.
Being a writer is what I really want to be. I have lots of ideas for stories — hundreds of ideas for bits of stories — all the time. But actually sitting down and doing the writing is difficult.
I have all kinds of excuses. Not enough time. Not enough space. Too much noise. Too many interruptions.
And if I'm writing about a little boy who's suddenly given the ability to heal, I keep thinking about a story of wounded World War II soldier who wakes to find himself in another time.
And I can't stop editing as I'm writing.
I'm convinced no one wants to read what I want to write.
I wonder if anyone who bought (or to whom I gave) either book I coauthored actually read them, outside of a church class.
Wanting to do this for a living is discouraging sometimes.
I truly appreciate the compliments I receive on my weekly newspaper columns, etc. But writing what I want?
I'm writing about writing and not writing.
The only way to find out is to do it.
Being a writer is what I really want to be. I have lots of ideas for stories — hundreds of ideas for bits of stories — all the time. But actually sitting down and doing the writing is difficult.
I have all kinds of excuses. Not enough time. Not enough space. Too much noise. Too many interruptions.
And if I'm writing about a little boy who's suddenly given the ability to heal, I keep thinking about a story of wounded World War II soldier who wakes to find himself in another time.
And I can't stop editing as I'm writing.
I'm convinced no one wants to read what I want to write.
I wonder if anyone who bought (or to whom I gave) either book I coauthored actually read them, outside of a church class.
Wanting to do this for a living is discouraging sometimes.
I truly appreciate the compliments I receive on my weekly newspaper columns, etc. But writing what I want?
I'm writing about writing and not writing.
The only way to find out is to do it.
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