Dear Fellow Writers,
What do you want your words to do? Entertain? Inform? Persuade? Level sarcasm? Bludgeon? Make money? Gain attention? Prove how clever and erudite you are? Lead your readers over a cliff like so many lemmings? Provide catharsis? Or do you simply love spinning stories and find it fulfilling when others enjoy them?
Bear with me while I quote something from almost three thousand years ago:
Thus says the LORD: Just as from the heavens the rain and snow come down and do not return there till they have watered the earth, making it fertile and fruitful, giving seed to the one who sows and bread to the one who eats, so shall my word be that goes forth from my mouth; my word shall not return to me void, but shall do my will, achieving the end for which I sent it. (Isaiah 55:10-11)
I enjoy writing, but if it’s going to be read by another, I’d like to give them something. Crops would be nice, but a novel that entertains and energizes readers for their own real life journeys would please me greatly. That’s the aim for which I send out my words.
Novel Number One is on ice. I wrote a messy first draft of Novel Number Two earlier this year. NN2 is very twisted stuff. Pandemic induced anxiety is bringing out my inner gremlin. This my brain on lockdown, folks! I’m about halfway through a rewrite to make it fit to post on Scribophile. I’ve got files of smaller stuff drafts needing rewrites. I’m having fun, but it’s such a SLOW process. Are other writers as slow as I am? Should I even be doing this? Will I ever produce anything that’s fit to publish?
I guess I need a hug.
Over and Out!