Well, I’m going to bend (if not break) a rules of engagement that I described in Growth Through Change. In the past, I’ve rushed to share fragments of writing before they were ready for prime time. A couple of years ago I set myself a challenge for a month regular writing. You can read the recap (full of self-chastisement) in Thoughts on the Morning After. Bottom line, I committed to do two things in June of 2012:
- I will post every day in the month of June.
- Also, by the end of the month I will have Story Blue, aka The Third String, in a readable state.
The results were mixed. I did post every day. But Story Blue was not nearly close to readable. I realized that I was too eager for the immediate thrill of sharing my writing. I released fragments because I liked people reading them. But those fragments did not lead to finished product. So since then, I’ve tried to only share finished material. I’ve tried not to talk about what I’m going to do. Simply do it – then share it.
[I was honored to be asked to speak at a seminar my company conducted this past week titled “Developing Yourself Through Social Media within the Workplace”. I spoke for a few minutes on finding your voice and being authentic. If you’re joining me recently here at Chez TMPinSYR, this also serves as a nice introduction to my pursuit of a dream here on my blog. Enjoy!]
Who are you and what do you want to say?
Any Game of Thrones fans out there? (Silly question – of course there are!) Maester Aemon, one of the oldest member of the Night’s Watch on the frigid Wall, tells fan-favorite Jon Snow that “Love is the bane of honor, the death of duty.” Great line. And it’s got me thinking of a similar sentiment.
Comfort is the enemy of accomplishment.
If it’s true that bad things come in 3’s I don’t want to know what’s next. It won’t make a difference either way, will it?
In my last post, I talked about what I see as a certain maturation in my writing. I wrote a piece — beginning, middle, and end — that I think is just boring. And not the kind of work that I think I’m capable of. What’s an (aspiring) author to do?
So today found me with another crappy moment that I’m assuming any real writer has experienced. My computer lost my work. Argh! Continue reading
Well — this day was bound to come. Truthfully, I should be happy. This must mean that I’ve attained some legitimacy as a writer. Now what?