Wednesday, October 2, 2019

Just Keep Writing (An IWSG Post)

Hello, all!

It's the first Wednesday of the month, which means it's time for another action-packed installment of the Insecure Writer's Support Group!

(Assuming you're all familiar with this by now, but in case you're new, please click on the above link for more information as well as a complete list of participants...)

This month's awesome co-hosts are: Ronel Janse van Vuuren, Mary Aalgaard, Madeline Mora-Summonte, and Ellen @ The Cynical Sailor.

This month's (optional) question asks, "It's been said that the benefits of becoming a writer who does not read is that all your ideas are new and original. Everything you do is an extension of yourself, instead of a mixture of you and another author. On the other hand, how can you expect other people to want your writing, if you don't enjoy reading? What are your thoughts?"

I had every intention of skipping this question, but let me just say I believe writers should read. Not just in the genre in which they write, but multiple genres. As well as non-fiction and poetry and any other damn book they come across that piques their interest. Not reading doesn't seem like a guarantee that your ideas will be new and original so much as it means you'll be unaware of it if they're not.

But that's my opinion. We welcome yours.

Anyway, I've spent a not-insignificant amount of time this year questioning whether I have any business being in this business.

Not writing, per say. Writing is just something I've done ever since I learned to hold a writing utensil and construct complete sentences. I can't seem to not write.

Take yesterday, for example. Yesterday, I decided to play hooky from work (translation: writing and thinking deep thoughts about whether I have any business being in this business) to go play in Harry Potter World, one of the few not-terrible things about this godforsaken swamp state in which I currently reside. But what did I do when I got there?

Went to the Hogs Head Tavern, ordered myself a Hogs Head Tea (translation: the HP World's version of a Long Island Iced Tea), sat at a table, and wrote eight freaking pages for a current WIP (Book Three of my fantasy series, if you're curious).

Because I am truly terrible at not writing. (And playing hooky, apparently.)

Yet, I constantly feel like I don't belong in the writing/publishing community. Which, granted, is not a new feeling. I've pretty much always felt like that, no matter where I am or what I'm doing.

But the writing/publishing part of it seems like it's getting worse. I don't know what it is about this year, but I just can't seem to shake it or, at the very least, contain it for short periods of time. It's only a problem because writing/publishing is supposed to be my career or whatever. I'm not entirely sure what to do about it. Maybe there's nothing I can do about it. Maybe I'll just always be like this because, as I have stated in previous posts, I am entirely comprised of complexes and Dr. Pepper.

The only thing I know to do is just keep writing. (Cue the Dory memes!) Construct one sentence, then work on the next. Finish one scene, then start on the next.

Maybe I'll figure out the rest along the way.

Until then, I'll...

Thanks for stopping by today. If my current pattern holds, I will very likely disappear off the face of the blogosphere until next month's IWSG post, so I hope y'all have a wonderful month and a very happy Halloween and Thanksgiving (if you're Canadian. Or just wish you were.)