The muse, the will, the ambition – whatever you want to call it – has left me.
I no longer want to write.
It’s not that it is a lot of work – though there is that.
It’s not that my writing is really not up to par – and that’s true too.
And, it’s not that I’m not encouraged – didn’t my sister-in-law just say she thought I should write books for children?
Okay, okay, on that last one, when I read her note, I really was insulted, but she meant it as a compliment so I will take it as such.
No, the reason I don’t want to write is, well, I don’t want to. There’s nothing to write about. It’s all been said a thousand times over in a manner so exquisite and clearer than I ever can, why waste my time?
I suppose I do enjoy it.
I laugh and cry at the things I come up with. And that’s something. I suppose.
Of all the writing advice out there, that is the one piece of advice I am happy to pass along:
If you want to write, first and foremost, write for yourself.
I’m sure others have said this better a hundred times before, but there it is again.
Because, frankly, if I’m not enjoying it, no one else will. And let’s be blunt, too, while we are at it, very few people will probably read my stuff anyway. I am my first, best, and worst reader. And at the moment, I just don’t want to read my crap. I’ll take someone else’s crap, please.
So, there, I said it. I’m taking a break. No more writing from me until I really feel like writing again. Until then, I will read all those books on my reading list.
(Big Breath In – Big Breath Out)
Ah, I feel better now. And I’m looking forward to all the great reads out there just waiting for my grubby little eyes to devour.
Happy Writing and Reading! 🙂
Oh, don’t ask about the picture, it’s random. And my novel is coming along, but I need a break from it. Short story is finished (my latest one) and it’s crap, but has some potential if I take the time to re-write. Other than that, haven’t been writing much, anyway. Later.