When you sit in front of that blank page, does it mock, daring you to place that first word to paper or warmly invite you, “Please, come write?”
That page (whether real or electronic) can be a cruel mistress indeed.
Taunting you to write something, anything, for it knows you are unworthy to even approach its majestic surface.
Then again, it may welcome you to lovingly caress its face, to place your thoughts, dreams and anything else that tickles your fancy.
Do you remember that nasty little phrase, “writer’s block?” It defies you to write a single word if you can, knowing full well anything you pen will be trash in the writer’s world.
Or, does your page accept your words, caressing each with praise and encouraging a steady flow of dialect or story line from talent no one else possesses?
You manage to grudgingly hammer out one chapter in eight hours of writing. Taking the rest of the day off, you revisit your work the next morning. You begin to examine the sorry excuse of words that appear to have been chosen by a first grader. You seethe and contemplate a career in the fast food industry.
Then again, the manuscript gladly accepts each word, sentence, and paragraph knowing that this piece of work will at least reach the status of a bestseller and probably rival the masters.
Sound familiar? If so, I must ask this question. Which one are you? Do you find yourself having to pound out every word or do you write bestseller after bestseller?
I bet you and I are a lot alike. We’re stuck someplace in between; sometimes to the left and sometimes to the right of that center line.
I don’t know about you, but that bestseller after bestseller has somehow managed to elude me.
Quite frankly, I have no illusions of grandeur, but that doesn’t mean I’ll stop trying.
Cause you know, ya just never know, and that’s one thing I do know.