The reason we feel the need to hold baby creations up to some 30-year pro’s for comparison is because our culture teaches us to judge all art according to salability – but salability is not the point of art.
I now present an unedited snippet from Notte, the dramatic hero of my WIP. SO dramatic. Oh my.
The tower was filled with breaking. Breaking wills, breaking minds, breaking cries. At every turn, every landing, even every stairwell, Saqalu draped and twisted, wings out, faces stretched, and if they were aware of me at all, they told me to run.
When your muse to you, it’s giving you the tools to become a great writer. Let me show you how.
Writer’s freeze: when you know where you need to go, and maybe how to get there, but when you sit down to write it, your brain just stalls.
Writer’s block can be summed up in two ways: Being afraid to write because we think it sucks, and not knowing what to write next.
Bear with me. As I write this post, I’m more than a little mad. And I don’t mean “crazy,” either. I encountered a fellow the other day who spoke things so poisonous, so deadly to the creative mind, that I suspect he’s already left a battalion of writer-corpses in his wake.
And I’m not staying silent about it anymore.
Practice your tools to fight fear now, while the sun still shines, or you’ll be fumbling to find them in the dark.
It strikes me that today is a day for encouragement. May this post speed you on your way.