Why Don’t You Write?
Sounds like
the beginning of a letter from a neglected friend or lover to most people, but
it was the question of the day of a writers’ blog that I enjoy. . . My first
answer is that I get too busy, but then I realize that I allow myself to be so
busy because I don’t take myself seriously as a writer, even after receiving a
small check and seeing my words published in a book and magazine.
At the
same time, the spirits of Uncle Ben and my parents have been nudging me to
finish the work I have started. Writing over 250 pages and then letting it hide
in my computer is really pretty stupid and a huge waste of time.
Ben has really
been nagging me recently. He tells me that I need to revise the section that I
wrote about his life on the ground in
Italy.
As written
in the book now, he is telling about this in a letter to my dad. I really thought that this was working until Uncle Ben told me it is lackluster--- that I need to make it rousing with pilots
betting and drinking over a game of poker and Ben being cussed out for poor
hygiene due to a difficult shower situation Have I piqued your interest? Well,
just writing about that again, I realize that Uncle Ben (or my muse) is right! Back
to revising!!! (Is everyone positive that I am totally insane---thinking that
Ben is inspiring me?) Will write more about Ben later this week.
No comments:
Post a Comment