A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Thousand-Two-Hundred-And-Thirty-Five

I want to write more fiction, but I have been struggling to get to it.  I think the real solution is to have an external outlet for it, but I am not certain how to produce that for myself in a way that will work.  I could, probably, just post a bit of fiction on here each day, but I don't feel comfortable doing that for various reasons.  I am okay putting up a poem as a sort of sketch or draft, but a story has more elements to it, I think, and I just don't have the same degree of comfort within that medium.  Early on, I did experiment with doing some fiction exercises on the blog, and that might be useful, but the problem for me is more about being in the process of creating stories and such each day.  I am always producing more poetry, and I would like to be crafting fiction in a similar way.  I feel as if writing fiction each day and producing new stories on a regular basis will take me a long way in the craft, and I want to put in that work.  It is just a matter of getting myself on task.  I need to just be able to force myself to get started each day and going for a certain time, or until i have produced a certain amount of work, but I feel limited in that, while I can make myself keep writing, I am not as certain how to make certain I am writing some kind of story.  Maybe it is just an organizational thing, getting the ideas into the right shape.  I am not certain, but I know I am ready to put in the work.  I suppose I should look and see if I can find some good prompts that seem to be ripe for getting me started and then just get to it.  Just getting myself writing and comfortable with it as a daily task is the real trick.  I know there was a time when I felt this way about writing poems, and now I am certain I can do that if I set myself to work.

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