I'm part of the Young Writers Society, a site for your authors trying to make their way. I've learned so much from them. How to write. What to include, what to leave out. How to show, not tell.
The idea of this site is to review other people's works, constructively, and you may post your work as well, and expect to have it reviewed. You need to be willing to take criticism . . . but that's also a lesson of life, is it not?
I've posted my whole novel online, my WIP (work in progress), chapter by chapter. And now I'm editing it. One of the users came up to me and said she was up to chapter 14 of it, and that so far she was enjoying it. I decided to go see what chapter 14 is: and I actually got hooked on my own story.
It seems I was reading it with fresh eyes, and I was liking what I could see. I clicked onto the next chapter, and the next, until I had to get off.
And I realised this: I'm talented! I actually like what I read.
So why do I feel like I'm failing myself at writing? Part of it is due to being stuck in my WIP, not knowing where to go. Part of it, I think, is complete discouragement because I haven't been writing.
I make excuses for myself: I'm pregnant, and tired. I've been busy and working. The back of my mind keeps yelling you, "That's complete bullsh*t and you know it!" . . and I do know it. One of my friends? She's constantly working on one project or another: she has four kids, complete household to take care of. But she makes time for writing, because that's what's to her.
Another one of my friends also has an idea, a story on the go. She has many good stories started, and now she's working on meeting a publisher's requirements. She loves what she does, and she gives it everything she has: her very heart and soul. Plus, she works full time and owns a house.
I have to wonder what's up with my excuses, then. Why do I make them? Why not just sit down and write?
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