Starting out with writing
I have been making my maiden attempt to write a story. There were quite a few false starts. There were lines of story telling that I explored (say, some 10 thou words written with each narrative), before I dropped each, until I got to one that made sense, at least for now. Let’s see.
I have been grappling with a few things.
1. At times, I get ideas literally like flood gates being opened out. They all feel exciting and full of potential. Then, it gets confusing - where does does one start from?
2. Then, there is the nervousness - continuous, perennial. I get stuck - usually comes with dissatisfaction in the expression of something. Then, it takes me a while to get back to it. And of course all the usual excuses creep up in the meantime:
Writing a work presentation
Need to do more productive BD for work
Need to catch up on reading
Gardening
Baking
Surfing (internet, of course)
Watching movies
Writing sad blog posts (like this one)
Etc
3. Am I doing the right thing? As in, am I on the right track for the narrative? Is this really the best way it could be told?
4. Am I doing the right thing? As in, should I even be doing this shit? Like there are writers out there - dime a dozen, what are the odds that I would even float?
5. Are there new words for failure that I could perhaps own?
6. Am I going to give this up? Like will I get impatient with this? Will I get bored with this? Will I finally come up with a concrete, solid rationale as to why I should drop this exercise right here and right now?
But then, I like the process. To the extent in which it flows. I love being in the lives of M, L, J and the other characters who pop up. It gives me a break from my own. I figure, taking a break from own life is always a good thing. For now.
I have been grappling with a few things.
1. At times, I get ideas literally like flood gates being opened out. They all feel exciting and full of potential. Then, it gets confusing - where does does one start from?
2. Then, there is the nervousness - continuous, perennial. I get stuck - usually comes with dissatisfaction in the expression of something. Then, it takes me a while to get back to it. And of course all the usual excuses creep up in the meantime:
Writing a work presentation
Need to do more productive BD for work
Need to catch up on reading
Gardening
Baking
Surfing (internet, of course)
Watching movies
Writing sad blog posts (like this one)
Etc
3. Am I doing the right thing? As in, am I on the right track for the narrative? Is this really the best way it could be told?
4. Am I doing the right thing? As in, should I even be doing this shit? Like there are writers out there - dime a dozen, what are the odds that I would even float?
5. Are there new words for failure that I could perhaps own?
6. Am I going to give this up? Like will I get impatient with this? Will I get bored with this? Will I finally come up with a concrete, solid rationale as to why I should drop this exercise right here and right now?
But then, I like the process. To the extent in which it flows. I love being in the lives of M, L, J and the other characters who pop up. It gives me a break from my own. I figure, taking a break from own life is always a good thing. For now.