I’ve just read a blog post on here http://shatteredsmoke.com/2014/02/09/on-writing-a-book/comment-page-1/#comment-4678
and I responded.
“So what?” I hear you think.
Well, the response I wrote to that blog read really well, only a few lines but quite artistic with the wording. The post is about someone who has finally written a book and basically the “If I can you can theme.” So I responded, looked at my words and though “I can- I know I can.” The question for me isn’t can I write? The question becomes questions! What should I write about? How do I start? Should I even try?
As I wrote in my aforementioned response I have a shed full of ideas – that shed being my head – full of junk, ideas, bits of this and sentences of that, totally dis-organised but with the potential to be a useful space some day.
I sit in dismay as I stare at online “how to write a book” pages. I stand like a broken soul staring at the shelves full of “where to start in writing” books in W H Smith and Waterstone’s. I don’t want to sit and READ about how to write, I want to write. Yet I am bombarded every time I look with words like ‘structure’, ‘platforms’, ‘plan and perfect’ and so on, and I fall apart, shut the shed door and think about doing it all another day.
I wonder if anyone else out there has a shed? One that is full of ideas, full of potential, bursting at the hinges, yet like me, occasionally opening the door, peeking inside to soon becoming so overwhelmed and so shutting the door again for another while……..