It's Been A While

I always thought that was kind of a stupid song, but that's not the point.

It's been a while since I wrote. Not just writing in general. In fact, I've just written two plays. No, it's been a while since I wrote something for fun. For me. In the world of published writers I suppose you don't get to do as much of that as you'd like. And even if you do, you can't just write when you feel like it, or when you've been struck by divine inspiration. No. There are deadlines and expectations. Draft after draft after draft. Then you have to hope the story sells. That someone, somewhere, likes it enough to print a few copies and put them on a shelf. If no one does, then I suppose you have to try to do it yourself.

So, I've been looking for random prompts. Little ways here and there to challenge myself. It's been slow going. The fire isn't what it used to be. Now, by no means do I believe it's gone. However, it's difficult to burn a soggy log. As mush sense as that makes.

One of my professors said the hardest part is finishing your first one. After you've written the first one, you have a general idea about the parts. How to construct them. Where to draw information from. What's more, you also know that the task isn't quite as daunting as it once seemed.

Even as I research them, it seems quite unlikely that my writing will ever be good enough for these literary magazines, let alone a published novel, but I have to hope. Every single author I admire had to start somewhere. Had to hope that one day, someone would fall in love with the worlds they created. Had to believe that somewhere along the way, they would have molded and developed their skills until they were "good enough." They all had to start somewhere, and so must I.

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On an unrelated note: I am so freaking sick of "love."