Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Fall in love

Dear Steven Pressfield:

After reading some other writers' recent blog posts about the joy of writing, I have decided I need to return to my love of writing.  I am putting the fear and worry away.  I am giving up hopes of being respected or even read.  I am focusing on simply enjoying myself.

Can I schedule falling in love?

Sincerely,
Me

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Done

Dear Steven Pressfield,


I have finished editing the first part of my novel.  It needs a lot of work.  Should I edit part two, rewrite part one or plot part three?


Sincerely,
Me

Energy

Dear Steven Pressfield,


I have been putting my time in.  No matter how tired I am after dinner, I have been editing my novel.  Last night, I fell asleep with my pen on my print out in bed I was so tired.  I even put a light on my notebook I use for backing.  


My current problem is energy level.  I understand what you say when you have to fight.  I have many writer demons.  However, my daytime job has been very demanding lately.  By the time I come home, I am exhausted.  Finding the energy to fight my demons has proven difficult if not impossible.  The work goes slow because I don't have the strength to tell myself that all first drafts suck and it can be better because I'll fix the next draft.  


From your stories in your book, it sounds like you didn't have a daytime job or a husband or a child that needed your attention.  Maybe you did.  I wish you had a chapter on how to deal with the guilt.  Missing Watergate - who cares?  Missing a birthday or homework or connecting with a spouse creates an awful amount of guilt.


Sincerely,
Me

Friday, August 13, 2010

The first post is the hardest





Dear Steven, Pressfield, 

I feel like a kid picking at her dinner plate.  All that is left is vegetables - yucky ones like brussel sprouts or steamed green peppers.  I use my fork to push the unwanted and undesired food around the empty plate.  The echoes of my mom's warning, "You won't leave that table until your plate is clean!" echo in my head.

That's how I feel when I sit down to write.  One of the tenants is "It's not the writing part that's hard.  What's hard is sitting down to write."

Yes, sitting down to write is hard.  I can come up with fifty thousand excuses, some very valid, on why I should put off sitting down to write.  I play flash games.  I stack dishes.  I call people I've been avoiding.  I am truly amazed with what I can come up with as reasons or excuses not to write.

However, I find it is just as difficult once I set my ass in the chair and pull up whatever I'm working on.  I have to fight a whole new set of demons who are dead set that I am the most horrific writer that has ever lived.  After winning the fight to sit to write, all I win is another fight.  And after I defeat the "You Suck" demons, I have the demons who want to nitpick everything and the demons who wonder what's the point of writing when no one's ever going to read it.

And on and on it goes. Row after row.  Fight after fight until I end up that disinterested writer just pushing unwanted and undesired words around my clean page.  

I am writing this blog because I have no one I can talk to about writing.  So, I am going to pretend you read these so I won't be so alone and won't worry that I will fail as a pro because I don't have a support circle or safety net.  I hope you don't mind.

Sincerely,
Me