|Leg Warmers by Harvey Edwards|
“It is never too late to be what you might have been.” - George Eliot (Mary Anne Evans)
"All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them." - Walt Disney
What they don't talk about is how bloody, fucking hard it is to make your dreams come true.
It requires an enormous investment of time and effort to bridge that creative gap and get from where we are (super-sucky-omg-I'll-never-be-good-at-this) to where we want to be (holy-crap-I'm-the-next-Stephen-King).
And there's only one road on that map. It's called Bleed Onto The Page Road. And there can only be arrived at from here. You can't be good, without getting good first. And the only way to get good, is to practice. And not just half-assed, I wrote 10,000 words today, and logged my 1,000 hours this year. It has to be hard work. It has to be deliberate practice. It creates bruises, and twisted joints. Ripped up legwarmers and broken toes. Nightmares and multi-vitamin dependencies.
I know this is true.
Because I've tried every other way.
I've studied dozens of writing books and read hundreds of articles. I've joined writer's groups and critique groups. I've even started a writing blog. Hunny, I've got all kinds of great writing advice for you, if you want it (just check out my collection at scoopit).
But I don't have a manuscript.
This is really hard work people. And it will take a really long time. If it didn't matter, it would be easy, I would be done. But it does matter and that's what makes it bloody, fucking hard. And, of course, "...the hard is what makes it great."
So, I'm ready for a little hard work. (Well, maybe a lot of hard work.) I'm scared silly and exhausted just thinking about it. I'm sick and I'm busy and I have to make dinner. I'm tired, I have a headache, and the sun is out, so I really should take BoyChild to the beach.
But I won't, because I'm writing damnit!