I purchased William Zinsser’s On Writing Well from Half Price Books yesterday.
I checked out Bill Roorbach’s Writing Life Stories and Mary Karr’s The Art of Memoir from the library a few days ago – and it looks like Stephen King’s On Writing is finally ready for pick up. I bought the latter for a friend a few years back and ever since then, it’s piqued my interest. But I never had the gumption to read it for myself.
I’ve been interested in writing for over a decade (if blogging is a reliable indicator, which I am not sure it is). Only very recently however have I begun to think of myself as a writer… or future writer.
I actually Googled “when to call yourself a writer” the other day. The answers range from yesterday to not-until-you-spend-every-waking-moment-of-the-day-working-on-your craft.
Already, I am feeling completely overwhelmed by the task at hand. And watching Trumbo yesterday (great film, by the way) certainly isn’t helping calm those voices inside my head.
So, I have to let it out. I am writing to you blog/readers, because I need accountability. I started writing a short story about a week ago – my first real attempt at fiction – and it sucks.
But it’s not going to unsuck unless I continue to write. I am not asking for affected motivational words. But I am seeking acknowledgement of this fact, which I haven’t really fully acknowledged even to myself.
Maybe the more people know, the more motivated I will be to finish my story.
And maybe, just maybe, it won’t suck as bad as it does now, because at least it’ll have an ending.