I am definitely here for the mess! :-) Hearing about your process is super helpful for us fledgling writers. I also write at a glacial pace. I have two novels in progress that I fear I will never finish. I recently switched gears to try my hand at short stories for a while and am taking a class on them. They are much more difficult for me to write, but I'm determined to develop the craft.
I’m low-key relieved that other people exist in mess and uncertainty, change and dark because I’m constantly there and sometimes it feels like I’m all alone, that everyone else is organized and certain about everything... I’m trying to organize 30+ years of stuff accumulation and pining for the days when I was entirely portable... a typewriter, change of clothes, a few pens, a paperback book and a strong back, relying on the kindness of strangers and my boyish good looks and charms to talk my way into and out of anything. “Where did he go,” I often wonder. Buried under a mountain of stuff, no doubt. A big, messy pile of stuff he can’t live with or without...
I don’t know where I was wondering with this comment, but it needed saying and I had no other place to put it... messy...
I love these 'behind the scenes' stories of your writing. (and also, that first paragraph made me miss the medium highlight function - it seems to be the only thing on that platform that stills works as it should).
I am definitely here for the mess! :-) Hearing about your process is super helpful for us fledgling writers. I also write at a glacial pace. I have two novels in progress that I fear I will never finish. I recently switched gears to try my hand at short stories for a while and am taking a class on them. They are much more difficult for me to write, but I'm determined to develop the craft.
I’m so happy to hear that! Keep going. It gets easier with practice. It’s never completely easy, but it’s less horrific.
I’m low-key relieved that other people exist in mess and uncertainty, change and dark because I’m constantly there and sometimes it feels like I’m all alone, that everyone else is organized and certain about everything... I’m trying to organize 30+ years of stuff accumulation and pining for the days when I was entirely portable... a typewriter, change of clothes, a few pens, a paperback book and a strong back, relying on the kindness of strangers and my boyish good looks and charms to talk my way into and out of anything. “Where did he go,” I often wonder. Buried under a mountain of stuff, no doubt. A big, messy pile of stuff he can’t live with or without...
I don’t know where I was wondering with this comment, but it needed saying and I had no other place to put it... messy...
Your mess is welcome here, friend.
I love these 'behind the scenes' stories of your writing. (and also, that first paragraph made me miss the medium highlight function - it seems to be the only thing on that platform that stills works as it should).
Haha, I agree. Thank you, Sophie!
Felicia, it doesn't matter what you write about, I'll always read every word!
Hugs
Linda
Thank you so much, Linda :)