Am I really a novice writer? I’ve dallied in journal writing, story outlines, and newspaper editing since I was a girl. But the more I read and practice writing from the perspective of a self-proclaimed, bonafide writer, the more I realize how much more there is to know. So many style choices and plot conundrums to solve! Not to mention the huge learning curve involved with the actual business of writing. I haven’t just taken up novel writing; I’ve stepped into a peculiar cyber realm of blogging, forums, and RSS feeds. SAY WHAT?! Luckily, I tend to find learning exciting.
Self-imposed deadlines, query letter stress, and impending rejection are other delightful aspects sitting on a shelf in the corner of my mind, taking up valuable space where a magnificent storyline could be. Ahhh, but this, young padawan, is all part of the joy and pain of calling oneself an artist.
By far, the most appealing part of becoming a writer, (besides the writing of course), is my newfangled way of seeing. Smashed glass on an uneven sidewalk, a well-loved teddy bear forgotten on a playground, or the desolate expression on the post woman’s face, spark my imaginations that begin whirring and piecing together a drama. I almost hear my narrator’s words ringing in my ears, my emotions fusing with hers. In writing, I feel at home; as if my rambling soul has at last found a place to stretch, explore, and hide in the crannies of a character. Fascinating…and what fun!