Howdy, I like to write. Actually, I hate it. And then I need it, getting painfully reminded that not writing is like holding my breath or ceasing to move. Then I'm weary, seeing a project as daunting as the end of the world. Then I do it and feel lovely and accomplished and gratified and enriched. Then I don't do it and I'm all empty, disappointed and pissed off. Ah, the wonders of the creative mind.
I have had one short story published, called Bike. I'm writing a novel that takes place in 1930's Manhattan. It is a tribute to an author whose work I treasure. It is taking me waaaaaaaaaaay, way too long. I'm writing a play, my first stab at comedy, and it's ultimately a wobbly love letter to my favorite human. I'm writing a memoir type thing. I'm focusing on the play right now.
I'm also scrapping the old and starting fresh with the whole blog thing. I have a laptop now, and I'm feelin' it, so here we go. Part II of the pilot episode coming up.
I look forward to reading this next blogging chapter in your writing portfolio. You know I'll be a fan and a helpful critic, as you have been with my writing.
ReplyDeleteYour list of works you are writing sounds very cool. 1930's Manhattan... I love the older times. Very retro.
Thanks Marty. As always, I can count on you for support and cheering-on, and that means a ton to me & makes me happeh <3 See you soon.
ReplyDeleteI know what you mean about the whole hating but needing to write thing. It is so hard sometimes but, exactly as you said, warm feelings.
ReplyDeleteIn fact I was pretty much a nodding dog through that whole paragraph!
Congrats on restarting again!
Thanks, Bec! Yup,a love/hate relationship with the old plume & parchment seems to be a hallmark of a true writer. I treasure it, really - even the hate part. It lends substance & texture to the whole endeavor somehow.
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