I got talking to one of my closest friend yesterday in a pub, over a pint of Bulmers and a virgin cocktail.
Like all the rest of our meet-ups, our conversation went onto our writing.
We both started writing our main novels around the same time. All the way back in college!
She’d always get motivated after meeting up and then run home and type out load of chapters that she’d send to me to read over. I’d get excited and dying for more and she’d say she was going to work on, she hit a writer’s block…but I never hear anything back.
It’s easily been over a year and from meeting up I found out she still hasn’t made progress.
She says that she hates her writing, that it’s shit. And my answer is that first drafts are always shit or that writers/artists the majority of the time think their work is shit until someone tells them otherwise.
It was interested to see the two sides of the same coin.
I think my writing is shit, always will. But I keep chipping away at it, editing and rewriting scenes and chapters. Yes, I have weeks where I don’t touch it, but it’s always on my mind and I will always go back to it. Somedays I can’t bare to look at while other’s it’s all I stare at for hours-at-a-time.
Writing isn’t just going to happen. That book that you have in your head isn’t going to appear over night. Life is going to get in the way…no matter how hard you try to not let it.
For all my writing friends. Just don’t let yourself get in the way too.
Keep chipping away!
You need to uncover that gem that’s underneath all the shit you keep seeing.