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Sacrificing the dream

I was just visiting blogs and was reminded of one of my biggest challenges as a writer: keeping up with the demands of my financial requirements, my future as an author, and my family. Working full time on a job that is not associated to my writing is a very frustrating part of my life. I come home and work on my writing, an attempt to build that part of my life so it can eventually replace the full time work. Ultimately, my family seems to suffer. I try to convince myself that it’s just for a short time, but I have to pray that this is really the case. I cannot imagine making these sacrifices and then coming to the realization that this has become a full time way of life; that after all this time, this is how it’s always going to be. Or maybe, in order regain some of what I am sacrificing, I have to let go of the only thing that I can…my writing. I have to keep working and I have to keep my family negociable…but neither is my writing…and so I have to keep plugging away, I cannot imagine going this far and letting go. What would that say to the sacrifices my family has already made? What would that say about my passion for writing? So I’ll keep it going, and one day, I hope to look back and see where it seemed to fall apart, but be grateful that all the aspects of my life were too important to me to let go.

A writer’s frustration: joy to stale in 10

I can’t seem to make up my mind. I have stories galore competing in my head. I try to make notes; sort these thoughts into some kind of organized fashion, but it’s useless, because I want to tackle them all now. Finally, I pick one idea. I type up the scene that captured my initial thought. The words spill from my finger tips. Word after word, and I’m overjoyed by the ease of conception. I write until I feel that I have fulfilled my objective; memorialized it to perfection. Then I  move to the next stage. I read it. Big mistake. It’s not so much the writing, but all of a sudden, the idea is not so great. I don’t know where it’s going to take me, and I don’t have the patience to find out. I want to move on to another idea, but now they all seem stale. I didn’t move quick enough. Before I’ve even begun with these ideas, I have to put them in a time-out until they regain their initial anticipation. Save.

The bittersweet world of writing.

The desire to write must be a strong one for any aspiring author. This seems slightly obvious, but really it’s not. I feel that there are two types of writer; one who loves to write, and the other who hovers between loving and hating it, but can’t bear the thought of never writing again. Writing is an extension of me. In many ways it fulfills my life, but I cannot deny the extent of its hold on me. I cannot let it go. No matter how frustrated I get, and no matter how many times I get my “masterpiece” sent back with that oh so familiar rejection note. I keep them too, just like many other well known authors. Stephen King nailed them to his wall. They were his motivation. It just means I’m one step closer right?

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