Originally posted October, 2016.
I don’t like writing.
But I love having written.
This candid quote by Dorothy Parker describes me well. First drafts suck, mine in particular. It’s no wonder I’m consumed with trepidation at the thought of another journey into the barren landscape and soulless void of the new story.
Finding inspiration is difficult, especially knowing the initial drivel will require intensive repair, realignment and restructuring. And that’s only if the first draft survives the shit pile. It often does not. A mere paragraph is enough to incite a sudden pause, a deliberate lowering of the head into the hands, followed by the obligatory sigh of despair. Right click, highlight, delete. What else have I got?
But alas, so bends the path of the aspiring writer. First drafts contain the kernel, the seed. Subsequent revisions nurture that tiny creative concoction into either a towering oak, flowering bush, or a bent twig. The…
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