“If you want to really hurt you parents, and you don’t have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possible can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.” ~ Kurt Vonnegut
I own this fact in my life: Writing the way I want to write is hard work.
If I ever had a labor or love, it is writing. I don’t know why I like the puzzling parts of putting down on paper (or a computer screen) a story and rewriting and still not being completely satisfied. I prefer writing fiction. I did the journalist thing for while and loved the work. But it was never as much fun as making stuff up in my perpetual daydream mindset.
I always hate my first draft and I learned to hate it from editors and producers whose job it is to make sure readable material goes to print or on the air.
Writing never seems easy to me and I am a bit envious of those people I’ve known in my life who seem te be able to “bleed” their story onto a page without much effort. Then I remember that I’m not unique. We all carry the same fear, distractions and insecurities. It’s life, so I convince myself it’s okay to keep on going.
This week, two writer friends posted blog articles about how to finish the job of writing a manuscript. They are both great reminders to me, and I hope to you, about why we write.
Have a good weekend and happy writing. Get it done.