I just sat down on my floor and coffee table to get some work done and instead decided to write a post. It’s a long the same lines of my last one, but more about how it feels as a writer. Or at least delves into the thought process of what it feels like to be an active writer.
You see, as a writer we have, at least in our own minds, this great epic story to tell. There is nothing more important than this story. Whether it is actually the greatest thing since Harry Potter or will define an entire genre like Lord of the Rings is probably unlikely. But that doesn’t matter to the writer. In the writer’s head it is and it will be as conversational as Star Wars when it’s all said and done. I mean how could it not be right?
This train of thought leads writing to become an obsession. You have this brilliant idea that you need to share with the world. Every minute you’re wasting not putting pen to paper is depriving the world of this great story. You have to get it out. And as you work on it, edit it, fix this, add that, delete the part about the goose triumphant-ing over a dragon, reread it, hate it, throw it away, start over, hate that, pull the old version out of the trash and re–edit it; you love it more and more. Each step makes it more and more brilliant.
Sure, during the entire process you have doubts and stress out. There are plenty of moments where you feel like your beating a dead horse or that you have absolutely no talent. You take in the ridicule of 5 critiques that say your favorite part sucks and gain the tiniest pat on the back that at least your character has a cool name, or that one sentence is brilliant.In short, the process sucks, but you endure this. You endure it because you have this inner voice that tells you, your idea is brilliant and that you’re going to see it through to the end no matter what.
I guess you could say writers are stubborn. That they don’t know better. They must be stupid to continue working on something night and day after constantly being told it’s garbage and having boatloads full of truck loads of people say they want to read it but don’t- clearly that must say that it’s not even good enough to read past the first few pages. Even the writer spends nights thinking it would be unfair to the trash can to throw such a foul piece of junk into it.
This all might be true. We writers may be dumb, stubborn, obsessive, self-loathing, and a bit insane. But I’m ok with that. Because the joy you get as a writer is beyond describable. When you sit down and work on your world, you get swept away to s perfect place. A story that you love above any other. It becomes your favorite piece of fiction, and whether or not everyone recognize’s your Bat Signal doesn’t matter. You love it, and want to share it with the world. If the world doesn’t want to see it, they’re the ones missing out.
And that, is what it’s like writing.
-Your Bursting at the Seams with the next big thing Story-weaver