I have been working on two writing projects. One is a compilation of original poetry and the other a novel.
For two years now, I have been chipping away at these projects. In this time I have learned that all writing requires time and patience, and I must first, finish the first draft.
Then, on to revising. Where the first sentence is never right and the next revisions still aren’t quite right until finally, that last draft.
Then, there, you see it, a typo.
Along with the first draft of my novel I am also working on a compilation of poetry, which has taken me just as long. My compilation is a grand total of, ten. These poems have been revised, chopped and altered. They’ve been reviewed and adjusted over time.
I thought poetry would be easy and I had one writing goal last year and that was to publish one poem. Well, 2018 came and went without a publication. I never realized how much time and money it takes to submit entries for consideration and I didn’t realize how much time it takes to fine tune one poem.
So here I am in 2019, still tweaking and finalizing my poetry.
2018, served as my teacher.
2018 showed me how much work is necessary to succeed with my writing. Success is not necessarily defined by the number of readers you have, or how many times you have been paid to write, (although that is a huge bonus) but, for me, it’s knowing that the few who read my work liked it.
As a writer, I love to read.
And, what I want most is for someone to read through the countless hours of doubt, to inhale my words and enjoy them.
I have learned to write for myself. With the door closed, as Stephen King said. I write to release my energy.
I write when I feel that the pen has something to say that only the paper will understand.
I write to clear my head.
I write for fun.
I write with purpose.
I write just because I want to even when I have nothing to say. I write stories, poems, blogs and I tweet (not so well). But the point is, that I write.
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