So I wrote a post saying not to beat yourself up about how much you do or don’t write. Well, no sooner did I finish that post than I found myself doing exactly that. Somewhere along the line I had decided that when I wanted to write at night that I needed to finish an entire chapter. I couldn’t just write a page or two. It had to be a whole chapter or I was some sort of failure. So I found myself not writing. Not because I didn’t want to but because I knew I was either too tired or too unmotivated to finish an entire chapter (which might be more than 5000 words). Why? Why did I do that to myself? Continue reading Listening to Myself
I did another interview for a website (look for a post and link around the 1st of April) where they asked about how I became a writer. Oh, I’m sure there are those out there that will claim they were always writers or that they’ve been writing from the time of birth but I’m not one of them. The closet thing I can remember to very early writing was when my brother and I shared a room and I would tell stories about us to put him to sleep. We were always super heroes or on the Battlestar Galactica or something.
My first real story that I can remember was in grade school when I was asked to write a two page story for class (must have been around 5th grade or so). I think I wrote myself as a ninja and there was a deplorable overuse of the word “suddenly” but it was my first story. It was many years before I wrote another. Here are, as well as I can remember, the defining moments in my literary career. At each point, I “found my voice” so to speak. In that I mean that writing stopped being a struggle and started to flow. I figured out how to put pen to paper in a way that made sense to me (and more importantly others) and was fun. Continue reading Learning to Write