I’ve been writing, pretty
much, always. And wondering why it takes so damn long to gain measurable
success as a writer. The answer I’ve come up with is simple.
Life. And lack of time.
Life is what hampers
(as well as feeds) the already protracted process of becoming a writer. And that infuriating day job is the biggest
meddler, the fattest chomper of time.
How can any dedicated writer stay in the creative moment when they have to keep setting the
alarm clock and stomping off to the office?
But that’s not all that’s hindered the smooth transit of my
own writing career – illness, dejection, rejection, depression, job changes and
twitches of lunacy. And the ever faithful,
oh-bugger-it-I’m-through-with-this-sh*t-I’m-no-longer-a-writer-okay? Sound familiar?
But, somehow, we persevere, don’t we? Still filling up the
notebooks, the diaries, the disk-drives. Slowly but surely. Perhaps we’re all a
bit obsessive-compulsive; and it’s probably a good job.
Many times I stopped writing altogether, the longest drought
being almost two years. I started oil-painting
instead, re-channelling my creativity in a less stressful way, leaning into
a more forgiving industry for a while. I considered going back to my roots in
psychology too. But that would be ridiculous; standing, peering up that long
winding ladder, in my forties? No.
After decades of grappling with the writing monster and fighting with its cohort, time, there can be no giving up, not now. I tell myself that publication
is an achievable goal if I work really hard at it. And I’m still working, but I’m
maybe more accepting too.
Sometimes I still want to squash my face against the wall,
but mostly I believe...
I still believe it’s possible.
And I still love it, after all.
Writing just takes time. End
of story.
Alongside more personal encouragement from literary agents,
one generalised snippet has helped cement my determination all these years. The
agent said that: Over 95% of received submissions
were hopeless, so that if a genuinely talented writer persisted they were
likely to eventually beat the odds and be accepted.
So I grit my teeth and set that damned alarm.
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Love this;) I can relate in so many ways, as I set my alarm;)
ReplyDeleteLove this also. I am so tired of my life getting in the way of my writing. x
ReplyDeleteI completely know where you are coming from !! x
ReplyDeleteYour writing is great...
Stick at it Sara, believe and persevere, I know you will get there !
I know where you are coming from !! x
ReplyDeleteYour writing is great..
Stick with it, believe and persevere, I know you will get there !!
I have a feeling that one day you will reap the rewards for all the hard work and shear determination you have put into this Sara. Time is a great thief but as Zeem said stick with it, believe and persevere.xx
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