AFTER YEARS (or days?) of writing what have you realised about your craft? What has changed the more you wrote?
Previously I would be in consternation over a sentence, a word, struggling to move onwards with a story or essay, as if words had a power over me in a bad way, preventing me from being productive. I would leave raps, poems and stories half finished. If I didn’t finish them in one sitting I’d rarely go back to them. For some reason I froze when it came to editing. I hated rewriting and changing what I’d produced organically.
Well, those days are gone. Not long gone but gone. I still have loads of ideas and brain scratchings of embryonic stories that will maybe never come to fruition. But they are there. Maybe one day.
Now, I have no qualms about editing. It’s still painful sometimes, but I can select text and delete without too much thought. I recognise weak writing and can zoom out from my own headspace to critique my work without much issue. The arrogance of youth (in my 20’s), has gone, when I thought every word was a golden nugget.
(I forgot) Patience. Realising writing is a long term thing, was also a huge breakhtrough. There is no longer a need to rush my writing, I give it the time it needs.
Finishing projects: I rarely finished anything. Now, I write, leave the story to breathe, write some more then go back and finish the other story. Previously that was almost unthinkable. The feeling of actually finishing a piece of writing is a huge driver now. Because unless I finish something I started, there’s an unsettling feeling – I know it needs to be done!
In essence my discipline has improved. I’ll write even if ‘I’m not in the mood’. Regardless of time or day the mentality of getting things done is maybe something that only age could bring me. Having WordPress to inspire and drive me helps as well, in addition to all the great interactions, likes and comments from followers that make blogging so worthwhile.