The struggle is real.
That's the meme everyone likes to repeat, isn't it? I hear people saying it for silly shit, 'issues' that aren't, you know, in actuality, issues. Our language is devolving into something I hardly recognize, and my soul laments! I need to read more books, all kinds of them. When I'm done reading Stephen King's Wolves of the Calla, in the Dark Tower Series (number 5), I plan to read Moby Dick. When I'm done that I swear I'll finish reading the Lord of The Rings trilogy. Why? Well because it's important to expose my brain to as many words and ideas as possible. Because I'm a writer, and that's one thing us writers need to be able to do: expose by reading.
Today's the eclipse, the big solar one everyone's been talking about. 8/21/2017. A lot of co-workers plan to go out and see it. A lot of friends I know plan to watch it as well. I won't be bothering with that. My opinion: it's a good time to be inward drawn and paying attention to what's important in my life. For me that's writing the next thing. For others, well I don't know exactly.
I've been writing several different pieces of fiction lately. All this while waiting for my wife to start editing the (almost) final draft of the Owen Hunter Series. The last book in this trilogy, and (, fingers crossed!) three out of many in the actual series. Most of the rest after this point will be standalone novels, and threaded back to the world of Owen Hunter. That's the plan for that. And I also intend to write a great deal more stories that aren't related at all.
Writing and reading. Someday I'll know my audience well. I'll write to them, knowing it won't be guess work. No easy task, that. Yet it's what's needed nowadays. More art. More creativity, more of everything related to constructiveness.
I do worry though. I'm not sure I'll ever make a career from my habit. I'm not convinced that I must make it a career. It's what I'd like. What I am convinced of is that I have to tell the stories in my head to whomever will listen, or read. That's how this works. Painters have to paint, dancers have to dance, and writer's gotta write.
The struggle is, as always, about timing. When do we write? When do we read? When do we publish? When do we have the time to do the things we're compelled to do?
I can't answer these questions, and I challenge you to try.
Here's a list of my TO-BE-READ list (not in any particular order). It's pretty long.
- Moby Dick
- Lord of the Rings trilogy
- Sand (Hugh Howey)
- Hillbilly Elegy (Vance)
- The Complete Jules Verne Collection
- The Complete H.G. Wells collection
- The Complete Charles Dickens collection
- The Complete Sherlock Holmes (Doyle)
- Afterlife (Sakey)
- 1984 (Wells) This is my 2nd time.
There will be many more, but if I can get through the above before I'm 45, that'll be quite a feat. Not to mention I have a lot of stories I want to write and, when they're polished enough, share.
I began this blog post on the day of the eclipse and have finished it at the end of the week on Friday the 25th, August.
To borrow an idea from a famous writer; finishing what you start is successful.