Well, I’ve put it off long enough.
I’ve been up since 4:30, and in that time, I’ve done the dishes and the laundry. I’ve had breakfast and a second cup of coffee. I’ve even shed my dresser drawers of winter sweaters and packed them away for next year. I’ve answered e-mails, watered my plants, and vacuumed. I’ve assembled swag for signings in September and October, months before I need to…
There are no more distractions waiting for me. My ‘to do’ list is clear, except for one last task: WRITE
Wait a second. You’re a writer. Why is that the last thing on your list? Because writing is HARD.
Hemingway is credited with saying “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
He’s not wrong. It’s an arduous process slipping into the headspace that you need to be in order to write. It’s more than just plopping down in a spot with a keyboard. You need to find an honest place in your mind where you can be vulnerable to expose truth. YOUR truth (and then bury it deep in the plot so no one ever finds out where the fiction ends and the truth begins.)
For me, writing is a lot like standing up on a stage, naked, with every single one of your flaws under a spotlight. Naturally, walking towards downstage-center and unrobing is not an easy thing to do. And yet, we writers do it. We strip down. We pour out our hearts, our dreams, the nightmares that haunt us…
We coax the words out, line by line, in the hopes of discovering something more about ourselves through the lens of a fictional character.
Writers are explorers of emotion. We sift through ideas and stray thoughts, threading the pieces that fit together and gutting the ones that don’t with a swift stroke of the backspace key. We are word warriors. Hmmm. I like the sound of that.
Fine. I’ll go sit in my chair now.