Dear Reader,
I don’t want to bore you with talking about my writing life, because you really don’t care about how many hours I spend trying to find a new way to type that doesn’t make my crooked fingers hurt. You don’t care that I stared at the screen for x number of hours before I hit the big AHA! I HAVE FIGURED IT OUT! moment. All you care about, if you care at all, is that I write. I put words to paper, so to speak, and stories happen.
Some writers spend a lot of time reading blogs about writing, blogging about writing, and eventually writing. There’s nothing wrong with that. More power to them! What I don’t get are the writers who bash writers for blogging about writing. There’s one that while I love the person saying these things, I’d love to see it put to practice.
There are those who masturbate, and those who get down, dirty and just do it.
What kind of writer are you going to read?
Me? I’m the down and dirty type. I write. I’m not going to agonize and tell you about it because my time is better spent actually writing, unlike others who talk about writing and what they’ll do when they’re published – yet never write anything. I don’t care how big their platform is or how bright the stage, without a product, without writing, they’re just another opinion I could care less about. That’s harsh, I know. I can be a bitch, but I’ve come to terms with that in my life.
My point is, don’t spend your time talking about what you’re going to do. Get out there and do something.
I always said I would play roller derby. I thought it was cool and I wanted the chance to hit someone legally. Then I laced up a pair of skates and took my first nose dive. It was awesome, it hurt like a bitch but I did it. What is it you want to do? What’s holding you back? Don’t wait to do something, seize the day and all that Latin stuff.
