I’ve been thinking, lately. Please do not stop reading… Thank you. When I look back at my writing over the years, I’ve noticed a trend. On one level, it’s very disheartening. On another level, it’s very liberating.
What’s the trend?
I never seem to finish a story.
Just doesn’t happen.
Not a thing.
What. is. wrong. with. me? I LOVE to write. Part of me LIVES to write, yet… I never finish stories.
As I sat in the bathtub thinking about this (I apologize for the image, but I’m just being honest), something occurred to me.
Okay… Well, maybe I should say several things that have occurred to me before all came together in the midst my bathtime musings:
I do finish something… and it’s generally met with success when I do.
Nonfiction. My nonfiction is basically always a hit (aka when more than three people offer praise for the piece).
My fiction… Not so much. As much as I love it, I even realize that it’s not as good as the “real stuff.”
And then my friend suggests that I start a nonfiction blog… Hmm…
So… I am now faced with a choice (and I only have about 5,000 other choices to make right now). Do I continue to stubbornly pursue what’s always seemed “right” to me? Or do I take a step back and focus on what’s obviously a stronger area for me?
Honestly, I don’t know. However, I do know this:
I haven’t been writing much lately.
The story I’ve been puttering around with is about as flat as it gets.
Writing just ain’t working out right now and something’s gotta give before I have a breakdown.
Thoughts and prayers welcome.