Writing words possesses nothing of value if you don’t commit yourself, does it? Stephen King noted something of HUGE value in his book “On Writing” which I must write down and make a part of my writing life. He stated, “You can approach the act of writing with nervousness, excitement, hopefulness, or even despair – the sense that you can never completely put on the page what’s in your mind and heart. You can come to the act with your fists clenched and your eyes narrowed, ready to kick ass and take down names. You can come to it because you want a girl to marry you or because you want to change the world. Come to it any way but lightly. Let me say it again, you must not come lightly to the blank page.”
Stephen King nails writing right there if you want to be successful and create something of consequence. There are times when I am so unsure of myself. I am not in a place of high confidence. I wonder if I ever will be. There is nothing quite so debilitating to a writer than to lose his sense of self purpose. To be flailing out of control in a death spiral, fluttering around like a wounded airplane with only one engine sputtering and failing. The dizzying effects of the plummeting course of your life keeps you from success. You likely possess years in your future, yet you feel the intense necessity of grabbing control of your craft before the inevitable crash and burn which dominates your psyche. Writing must come through some way, some how, to save your ass. Other people do it, right?
Other people. Who really gives a rats butt about other people when you’re alone in an aircraft which is diving to earth and you have no parachute. You’re strapped in. Committed. What then comes of your drive, your will to succeed. Survive. Excel. Conquer.
As I see it, you either explode upon impact, or you boldly work your way through the knowledge base you own. You buckle down and look at where your best seconds (time) get spent. You look at results, yet move on to the next item up for bid on Your Life is Right.
Giving up feels like you purchased something huge in life and now you’re looking at paying the deferred payments by the truckload with the currency of regret. You know you can do this. You know it somewhere deep in your soul. Weariness not only demotivates you, it confounds you with a fog of doubt. What if you don’t know what you don’t know? What if you lose everything?
Clarity. No fear. Two key motivators to help level off the terminal dive.
Imagination. Dreams. Action.
Quiet on the set. Ready? Action!
“Quiet on the set” morphs into you, in the land of chaos, creativity swirling in abundance, and you selecting that which best serves your motives, your desires, your path.
“Ready.” Dreams. The formulation of your raw products from your imagination. You dust off or even scrape off the dirt to reveal the diamond.
“Action.” You set that diamond, rough as it may be, on your pallet. You know the mine is rich. You feel this in your soul. You recover enough of yourself to plunge back into chaos. Creativity abounds the more you trust it to be there. You emerge with another dream piece of your literary puzzle. You place it where your dream envisions. Your motivation and inspiration begins to climb. You right your craft by writing your craft. Your untimely death is placed on hold and now you do everything you can to fuel yourself to where eagles soar.
Writing is no place for the faint of heart. No place for the mentality of giving up. If giving up is an integral part of your personal life pattern, writing is likely not the path for you. Often you are required to weather storm after storm after storm.
If you’re someone who doggedly sees things through, if losing is the only option other than winning, if stalemate and giving up are not options, I would say you have a chance in the writing world. After all, writing is more mindset than externals. The battles we perceive we fight outside ourselves only serve to distract us from the real fight. The one within.
Do not come to the blank page lightly. Come with anything you’ve got. Baggage, troubles, pain, disappointment, whatever. But come boldly. Come with intent. Come with the purpose of a pilot, his plane out of control and going down, if you must. Step boldly to your words. Make them count. Shout them to the page with all the vim and vigor available to your vocabulary. Make your points and make them sharp. Write your loves and make them passionate, tender. Do this with your all-in self. The person who leaves nothing in reserve. As I like to say, puke your book!