Writing frightens me. Why would something I'm so undeniably passionate about scare the crap out of me? How does that work? It just seems so impossible. Like I'm addicted to something I know will kill me, but I can't give it up. It's horrifying.
It pisses me off that somebody who's never given writing a second thought can jot down a note on a napkin or have a weird dream and then boom! they're bestselling authors and multi-millionaires. How can that happen to them and yet here I sit, the call of writing having been echoing in my soul for years, at 1:30 in the morning, anxious and restless because I don't know what to do with my story. I've been working on it for nearly a year and I haven't even written 100 pages. What the crap. I'm just stuck. I know where I want to go, but I don't know how to get there. And will anybody want to read it if I do?
Do people even read books any more? And I mean real books. Those not written on a third grade reading level. Ugh. I feel horribly pretentious. I'm just jealous. All those published authors who found the will to finish. I'm horrified that I can't.
~On a side note, this was written very early in the morning. I stared at my computer for a bit after writing it and then I pulled up my manuscript and typed out 3 new pages. Go me. :D
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- Zesty Zombie said...
September 24, 2008 at 6:05 PMI want to read your book Sarah!!! I can't wait for it to be finished. I know you can do it! If you think back to the first four Harry Potter books (which were actually good), how long did it take her to write those? Think about all the authors out there that are struggling. You can do it! Love ya girl!!!
