November 02, 2006

I can't write

I donÂ’t know why I ever thought that I could and should participate in this writing project because the truth of the matter is I canÂ’t. It was the single biggest stumbling block in finishing my masters program. Since I could not write on command like the others, I edited other's work and I encouraged and inpired. I did that so well that I was hired by 3 different professors to edit their books for publishing. I didnÂ’t get paid on those projects because my aim was to having some representative work for my portfolio when I applied to work in publishing. I can also claim to my credit 2 entries to an academic literary encyclopedia, but that's academic work. NOw, ask me to write fiction or poetry with a deadline or to put 1,666 words on paper per day over 30 days and I get jammed up so tight I cant find my way out of a document.

Of course it doesn't help that in the past year I have seen 12 bloggers who have managed to publish their blogs. Yes, that's write, including one of a woman who took a job as a cab driver because she wasn't motivated to do anything else to make money and needed something to write about. Another of those published bloggers is on their 3rd concept book.

I have to tell you though, I AM happy for them because I did enjoy their blogs (well, except the cab driver's) and in fact linked to them. Still, that doesnÂ’t take away from my own frustration over seeing others writing away and managing to come up with something substantial to write about. For me, the writing experience is incredibly different. I have be drawn, almost compelled to write over everything else in order for me to produce something... even something decent. I have to be sent to the page from my inner being, otherwise I can just sit there and bat stuff around for hours.

In this case, if I continue to write about not being able to write IÂ’ll only manage to implode the little writing esteem I have managed to develop since starting this blog, so IÂ’ll stop while I have a few shreds of esteem left.

Believe me itÂ’s not for lack of ideasÂ… I have them. As proof I put the 3 best story ideas that I attempted today in the extended entry. The truth is I didnÂ’t feel them. They felt so hollow. And since they lacked the emotional essence that drives my writing I just couldnÂ’t continue. The last thing I want when I write is to feel that IÂ’m forcing it. So to those of you participating in this novel writing project I wish you much passion and drive so you may complete your work.

Good luck!
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