I’m a writer – I call myself a writer. I write.
What does that really mean when you get down to it, the nuts and the bolts of what that means to me.
I love telling stories and I love knowing that people enjoy what I write. I like the idea that I’ve left an idea, an image, a thought, inside someone’s head.
I enjoy the process of seeing what a seed of an idea sprouts as and whether it’s a sapling or an oak, it feels like the stories are just meant to be written.
It feels like they’re separate from me even though I’ve read them.
I’m not the best writer, nor the worst, but I hope that the story is always enough to overcome whatever shall falls I may have in the construction of the writing.
The question I often ask myself is whether the quantity or quality of the writing is the most important?
I see it in three ways:
When you’re trying to build a habit, establish a routine, doing it over and over again is useful, it helps those neurones fire over and over again. I started publishing every day and managed about 70 days, but it was just too much, so now I publish fiction twice a week. Even that can sometimes be too much, so the Thursday stories tends to be shorter.
In The Plague by Albert Camus he describes a writer who constantly rewrites the line ‘One fine morning in May a slim young horsewoman might have been seen riding a handsome sorrel mare along the flower avenues of the Bois deBoulogne’ . Over and over again he rephrases that sentence one way, then the next- with me, that is the danger.
Of course I want to improve, like any artist who wants to get better, but the quality issue stopped me from writing for years.
Ideally I’d spend weeks writing a story and then publish it, but then the fickle internet doesn’t work that way. Unless you publish a lot, you simply won’t get readers. Even with my incredibly low amount of followers (thank you all that do follow), I know from experience that not publishing for a while leads to a drop in people engaging with my work.
Luckily, I find joy in writing short pieces of fiction. The line of quantity and quality is one that I’m prepared to tread, but with that knowledge comes the understanding that I may never get the following I want, may never get that big book deal, but I will always be able to practice the art I love.
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