Yesterday, I
was reminded that writing is hard.
I had a
professor in college, who, on the first day of our Introduction to Creative
Writing class, said, “If you can do anything other than write, go do that
instead.” At the time, I didn’t really understand what he meant, and I despised
him for it. Of course I could do other things. I could become a teacher or a…
well, really, teaching was my Plan B. I didn't have any plans after that. To
me, it didn’t matter that I could do other things, I wanted to write.
Writing was my calling.
I continued
writing to spite him. I wanted to show him that I was worthy of being a writer.
And even though he constantly belittled me and my writing, he made me work
harder. He challenged me. By the time I left college, I came to respect him,
and because of him, I am the writer that I am today.
I had a
strange two days of writing this week, banging out 4000 words on both days. I
figured I’d ride the writing wave until it faded, and unfortunately, that
happened Thursday. I hit a wall. There were nails in my mouth.
I knew that
something wasn’t working. The beginning was all wrong. What I had written was
good, but it didn’t fit. So I tried swapping some things around, and what I
came up with was better, but it
wasn’t right. I wracked my brains,
trying to figure out what was wrong, and I kept going back to the plot.
Something was wrong with my plot. It was a good plot, I thought. I had spent
weeks drafting it, and I thought I had come up with a good one. Maybe so, but
it wasn’t the right plot.
I have a
very taxing way of working. Being a perfectionist, I have to get things right
the first time. I can’t just write willy-nilly and figure it out on the way
because I know that method ends in tears and rage. I have to get the plot as
close to right as I can before I can start writing. And even when I think I’ve
done that, I hit the same brick wall I hit yesterday. I wrote two whole
chapters, two good chapters, but they
weren’t the chapters the book needed to begin with.
Why? I asked
myself.
I still
don’t know. I just know that something is wrong, and I have to fix it.
So, now I’m
spending the next few days plotting, starting from scratch. It’s maddening, but it must be done.
All this
frustration reminded me that writing is no easy task. It’s hard work. But in
the end, when you write a scene that makes your heart race or have a moment of
epiphany about your plot, those are the moments that make writing worth it.
Those are the moments that make me glad to be a writer.
So yes,
maybe it is hard. But nothing worth doing in life is ever easy.
What do you do when you find the words just aren't there?
What do you do when you find the words just aren't there?
It would be nice if writing was a simple walk in the part, a breeze that sweetens a moment. But it isn't. The work that goes into being a good writer is no laughing matter. For any person thinking all it takes is slapping a few thousand words on the screen, goodness help them.
ReplyDeleteGood luck as you trudge through the plotting so you can find that right way to make those chapters zing.
I had a similar experience in college too. Except I had from all sides; friends, family, and faculty. Sadly, I decided to play safe so I'm an office lady, but I still write. Except when I can't because I just stare at the blank screen and scream at myself for not being able to transfer idea to paper.
ReplyDeleteBut yes, the hardships endured only makes to reward that much sweeter :)