Day one hundred nineteen of my 365 Day Writing Project.
Words for Days 117, 118 and 119: 2,300
Writing is easy. Writing something you hope people will truly love is damn difficult. I’m having one of those moments when I’m unsure about my writing. I blame these moments on my over-thinking, critical mind. It never lets me go too long without letting some doubt creep in. Fortunately, I don’t doubt what I’m doing. I just doubt the quality of it.
In so many ways, writing a first draft is freeing. The writer can throw it all against the wall and not have to worry about what sticks and what doesn’t. That part comes later. But sometimes the ability to write with reckless abandon and zero refinement can leave the writer wondering what the hell she wrote.
Sometimes you’re doing good work when it feels like all you’re managing is to shovel shit from a sitting position.
Usually, the fundamentals are there: spelling, grammar, a logical story line, etc. But the writer knows that something about a certain chapter is missing. That’s where I was today. In that moment I tried to tell myself that I will be able to fix it later; during the editing and re-writing phase, I will know what to do to make it great. Enter doubt. What if I won’t know how to make it great? And worse yet, what if no matter how hard I try, I can’t?
Hopefully, Mr. King is right. Hopefully, even though it sometimes feels like I’m shoveling shit, it’s still good.