Some smart ass published author once said “If you’ve written a page, you’re a writer.” Somehow, I don’t buy this. But I don’t exactly know where the line is, and I don’t really know on what side I am.
I’ve been self-identifying as a writer for at least ten years, though probably more like fifteen. The more into the whole world of writing and writers I get—with my MFA program, conferences, the increasing percentage of writer and artist friends—I can’t help but compare my writing habits with others, and often find my own wanting.
I have a chunk of a book/thesis written and resting that I occasionally poke at it, trying to provoke something, and after a small amount of friendly progress it inevitably bites me, rolls over, and goes back to sleep. I know that if I write daily or at least regularly, it will get done. Sometimes I will have streaks of productivity, but these are inevitably halted by something: moving to a new place, stacks of grading left undone, laziness. Mostly because the rest of my life isn’t organized enough to prevent these interruptions or deal with them quickly when they do happen.
So my first goal, of many overlapping self-improvement wishes, is to write more and more consistently, as well as all the other things that really make “writer” status legit: revising, considering, submitting work, finishing stuff, etc. Not once and a while, but all the time. My primary occupation.
I will try to keep this blog, readers or no, apprised of that progress and how my strategies work or don’t work.
PS. While I am computer literate, I am new to the blogosphere. So don’t be surprised if the appearance and organization of this changes. A lot. And try to forgive the generally noob state that it is in now.
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