Hello, all! It’s me, your author.
It’s been almost two years since I started this, so I figured I’d check in with you all. I have a few people watching me now. It appears to be mainly for my poetry (what a surprise for me!) but no matter the reason you are here I’m happy to have every single one of you around. Hopefully you all continue to enjoy my content, as I attempt to figure out what I’m doing.
The best part about this is that I have a body of work always available to say “I’ve been practicing my craft guys!” and no one can say I’m making it up.
I have a bit to say about my actual writing process, so if you’re interested in that, then read onward! If not, well… there will be more fiction to read tomorrow.
There is something special about the inability to think of what to do, simply because you don’t feel like you have the time.
Taking Writing, for instance. You can put out any amount of words at any time, but the excuse you give yourself is that you don’t have enough time to get into it and so you end up not doing that. Oh, did I say “excuse you give yourself”? I meant the excuse /I/ give myself. “I have to go to work in thirty minutes, so I don’t really have time to get into the right frame of mind and start to Write. Oh well.” Excuse made.
This is a ridiculous thought and is the reason why people don’t actually get anything done. I’m not sure if it’s just me or not, but the things you don’t want to do at the moment give you the impression they take longer than it actually would. Like Writing, when I don’t initially want to do it. I could crank out several pages in less than an hour, I know, but I think it takes more and I don’t have an hour. So I don’t do it.
Meanwhile I want to play Breath of the Wild and beat the next section, which of course will only take me so long- WHERE DID THE DAY GO. I spent half of it falling into dark pits, but it certainly didn’t feel that long. Whoops.
Because I have a confession.
I hate Writing.
I love to outline. Brainstorm and idea. Come up with all of the concepts. I like to rewrite. When I have the horrible draft zero I love tearing it apart and writing it anew into a somewhat better experience. But Writing? Shoot me now. What a miserable state of existence, having to Write.
I know I’m not alone in this, though I have come to realize that people who think like me are in more of a minority. Those who like to edit, anyway. Am I good at it? Well, the more I do it the better I get, I know that. The same with Writing. The difficult, difficult process of Writing.
Ergo, deserving of the capital “W”. The mountain to scale. The river to ford. The metaphor to make.
When I came up with the idea to Write all of these drabbles, I thought it would be nice to make me finish things. Because they were so short. Snippets of things I could do more with, if I wished, but if not? Not a big deal. Nothing was going to force me. The only goal I had: update every day. Which, I will consider a success. I missed two days, but not because I didn’t have something to put at the time. More from accidents in my queuing. Accidents happen.
This brings me back to Writing. Accidents happen. My Writing half feels like an accident, because organizing my thoughts is one thing, but putting them in a form that other people would want to read? Hoo, boy. That’s another topic entirely. I’ll have to can of worms the idea of “Writing for me” vs “Writing for others”, because I’ve come a long way around with those thoughts.
My Writing feels like an accident? This is unacceptablee. I’ll take it if my ideas feel like that. I don’t know how creativity works, I just know that I appear to have it. But if I have everything there already, all of the ideas and maybe even that outline, then there is no excuse for me not to Write. It’s draft zero. (Also known as the vomit draft.) It’s not meant to be perfect.
Nothing I’ve Written here is news. I’ve read and heard so many people express these sentiments, in a variety of ways. Why did I Write this? Purging the mind, perhaps. I guess the more important question is why I’m planning on posting this.
Welcome to the mind of a Writer. Whys have a lack of importance, because it’s usually answered with “I don’t know” or “I felt like it”.
Time is up. I’m back to Writing.