I had a revelation the other day - January the first, in fact, which is a Very Good Day for revelations.
For too many months, now, I've struggled to find drive and motivation in my writing. Why, really, did I need to write? My job was more fun than I expected it to be, and although it's often hard work, it is, really, quite cushy: great students, great colleagues, great hours, decent pay. Not a single person I know would fault me if I decided I wanted to walk away from writing and throw my energies into teaching.
Ultimately, no one cares if I write or not. Not really. And writing is hard, and all kinds of scary in ways that non-writers will never comprehend.
But here's the revelation:
If no one cares whether I write or not, then no one cares if I write badly. If no one cares, then I am free to write the worst verbal suckage in existence, even in 'edits', as long as I am having fun.
And that, my friends, is insanely, delightfully, liberatingly, uncomplicatedly good.
Yay.
2 comments:
I agrees!
I'll be teaching Art and Spanish this year (though I've studied neither), so I've been drawing over the holidays to get me into the right 'mood'. I'm not great at it, but do it for fun, there's no pressure to be good and that's such a relief.
The difference here of course is that you ARE good at writing, I've seen examples. You have creative flair and skill, a good combination ;-j
Charm - wow, good luck with that o.0 That's pretty crazy! I really hope everything goes well for you :o) And thanks for your encouragement. I appreciate it :)
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