I love to read. I read voraciously, which has given birth to a love of words. I love to put words together in a creative way to say something rather ordinary. (I practice this on my Facebook statuses which is the best place I've found to say something without saying anything at all.)
Somehow though, it's never occurred to me to BE a writer.
Then a friend tells me about her great idea for a book.
She asks me to help her write it.
Gulp.
I can't even string my own thoughts together halfway coherently; what makes me think I can translate someone else's ideas into a story?
She gave me an assignment to write a short story. Because, as she puts it, "we gotta get OUT there."
So I did.
And I love it.
But it scares me.
I think it's a good story. But I think I would be completely embarrassed if someone actually read it. Something that was supposed to be suspenseful ended up a little more sensual than I thought it would.
And now I completely get when a writer says their story took on a life of it's own.
Back to the storyboard.
5 comments:
And now I want to read it!!!
Steph
Oh good for you!!!! I want to read it!!!! :)
Hugs!!!!
I love to read too, I usually have two or three going at the same time!!!
Very cool! I'm with the others --- I want to read it too!
a bit more sensual...hehe, laughed at that because all my stories are somehow love stories with happily ever afters. But what I wanted to tell you was to join an online critique group, you are fairly anonymous under a pen name or first name only, and you get a ton of great input that you can sort through at your leisure. A helpful group will be honest about what you write and what sells, but will be gentle and ultimately let you stand (or fall) as you choose.
That sounds fun! But I totally get the trepidation.
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