I want to be a writer but there's a murky distance between head and paper...a twisting road filled with demons of distractions and doubt.
Big inspirations become little winged creatures darting in and out of sight. I reach to grab one and manage to slam it onto the paper. Now unrecognizable, its a meaningless glob of gibberish.
Gahhh...might as well trim my toenails.
Tonight I'll try again. The invisible blinders are on, dishes in the sink, unswept floor, the bird yapping in my ear and dog snoring at my feet... will not keep me from this mission. Phone rings...my best friend.
Might as well wash the dishes while we talk.
This morning will be perfect. I'm awake an hour early with pen and paper on the bed. The coffee maker's gurgling and cigarettes are handy. Now then where are my notes? Oh yeah...downstairs in my sparkling clean kitchen.
Oh frapps, might as well forget it...go to work early.
Tonight those little winged creatures transform to sneering monsters of doubt as the demons of distraction call me to an early bath. But that's okay...I'll jot down new ideas that seem to come to me in the solitude of this time. Now where's my tablet and pen? Oh crapola, they're back on the bed.
Oh well...I'll just shave my legs a day early.
Titles without stories, stories without titles waiting for one more edit. Too many words, not quite right. And what step comes next if I DO happen to finish something?
I'm sure there's an answer in one of my 'how to' books.
Hmmm..why is there a 'w' in answer?
Shouldn't we say...'ans-whur'? Let me ponder that a while before I search for my pen and paper because you see... I really want to be a writer.
I've often wondered what those things were that kept interupting my thought process. "Demons and Fireflies?" Hopefully having them named will be helpful in dodging them next time around. Thanks for your helpful thoughts. Dick
The said thing about this story is that it sounds like my whole life; maybe it's the distractions that add to the art!
Please keep writing!
Connie
Anna
Regis
It happened to me when, for the first time in the United States, I wanted to write, suddenly I had unexpected guests in my house. Finally instead of finding a subject, I wrote about the guests and the pleasure we had. You did the same, meanwhile you wrote the real story and not a fantasy story. My dear, keep going and write the real stories. Very well done my friend. Love Emile
Saying "I want to be a writer" is the first step to becoming one.
Georg