A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Thousand-Five-Hundred-And-Twenty-Seven
I am trying to keep focused on this novel that I just began writing, but it has been difficult. For one thing, it has been a bit of a struggle getting into the meat of the story. I've been finding myself writing a lot that is very honest and personal, but it is not necessarily in a form that resembles a story at the moment. I think that is probably alright, for now, that it will begin to move that way when I am comfortable with the nature of this piece. It is very much built on my experiences, particularly as a fat man, even as it also has science fiction elements at the core of the story. I think that I need to get more comfortable in that space as a writer, and I believe that is happening. I have been diligent, in spite of any misgivings or other difficulties, in working on this new piece each day, and I feel like that is the real secret. I believe that if I keep at it this way, working on it a bit at a time from one day to the next, never letting it go but returning each day, the dedication will pay off and it will all come together, eventually. I just have focus on doing the work and that will be enough. I think the act of being dedicated to the work itself plays a big role in that, at least for me. I believe that my dedication to the work is a way to demonstrate to myself that I am serious, and that, for me, makes a difference. I cannot explain it except to imagine that my muse notices my efforts and is inspired to offer a bit more help as a result.
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