Hey hey hey! It’s been a while. I’ve been sort of in a rut, and hiding in my hole because of it, however Imaginarium was this past weekend! I love the event because it’s a time I can be with other writers and share my experiences as well as provide advice for new writers. I had a blast and slept for two days after the event. LOL.
The event has taught me a lot this year though, as much as I hope I taught everyone that came across my path. I got to meet disheartened first timers, that I hope I was able to pick up, and I’ve met old timers that imparted so much wisdom on me that I felt capable of writing the next best seller (if I could get out of my writing slump that is).
Which brings me to the lack of new books. At certain points over the weekend I felt like a fraud, I hadn’t written any new books in two years. Sure, I’ve written some short stories for anthologies, but fifteen thousand words is nothing in the grand scheme of literature. This mindset almost crippled me, but then a light shone in the dark.
“Writing is writing no matter the length, and as long as it makes you happy who cares if it’s a whole book or an anthology piece.”
The “you” is the big kicker. I’ve been writing recently with the mindset I need more readers, I need to have a bigger audience. So instead of writing what I want to write I’ve been trying to write stuff that falls within the mainstream, or the trends. BIG MISTAKE.
I’m currently going through every document I’ve started in the last two years and shelving everything that “isn’t me”. This person that tried to take over my writing is heading for the door. It’s time to go back to writing for me.
I’m not chocolate, I can’t make everyone happy.