Saturday, October 28, 2017

In the Beginning...

So here I am again, trying to do this writing thing.

Life is complicated, of that there is no doubt. A lot of it gets in the way of what we'd rather be doing.

What I'd rather be doing, more than anything, is writing full time. But there is no time for that. More specifically, there's no money for that.

Money isn't everything, as people tell you. And it's true. But it's what's needed to make your life easier. Bills need to be paid, people need to eat, cars need to run, etc. And as a lot of my author friends will tell you, there isn't a lot of money to be made as a writer. Especially with piracy running rampant throughout the web.

So I work two jobs. Neither of them pay much, and one of them is so soul sucking that at the end of each day, I wonder if I even have the energy to remember my name, let alone sit down and write everything that's running through my mind.

And there's a lot running through there. It's the damn NYC marathon.

I'm not going to lie. I know I make a lot of excuses, instead of actually doing it. But it's because my brain has figuratively turned to mush. Once in awhile, I have - what I feel is - a flash of brilliance (and when I say flash, I mean FLASH). I posted one in the previous entry.

But anyone who thinks that sitting down in front of a computer, or a notebook for those who choose the old fashioned route, and spinning a brilliant tale is easy, I dare you to try.

It's not, which is why not everyone does it.

I have probably about thirty stories in progress, and plot lines for another ten. I have scraps of paper shoved into notebooks, pockets of purses and sweaters, and in places I'd never expect to find them. I'm a lot like a few writers I know - Alison Tyler being one of them. She's always commenting about how she finds cards and notes in the weirdest places.

I find a lot of beginnings. I've spoken on this before. I'm great at beginnings, so-so in the middle, and I SUCK hardcore at endings. So all those WIP's I've mentioned? All beginnings, possibly flowing to the middle.

If I have managed to complete a story that's longer than a flash, I'm always second guessing it. Does it make sense? Why did the character do this? Does this story sound too much like that one? Even long after it's been published.

But it's something I love to do. It's something I WANT to do.

So, here I go again. Back to the beginning.

I might have someone re-design the blog for me - just rip it apart and do it fresh. But, TBH, I designed this myself. I'm very proud of it. So, maybe I'll just tweak it.

Maybe I'll leave it as is.

Who knows? Stick around to find out.

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