It won't be good enough...
Sure, I know you’ve thought it. Heaven knows I have.
You sit there, pen in hand poised over paper…no, wait. That’s rather old school, isn’t it. It’s so dated it should be referred to more accurately as olde school. Let me try again.
You sit there, nervous hands poised over a keyboard while the harsh light of the monitor bores into your skull. Yes, yes, that’s far more contemporary.
You think…
I think…
He thinks…
She thinks…
He/She thinks…(didn’t want to leave out our transgender friends)
“It won’t be good enough.”
Bah. Pheh. Phooey. I say all three in tart rejoinder to the thought, to myself and to you all, gender benders included. Art is for the doing. The viewing and the appreciating comes later, a secondary afterthought to the exercise of human creativity. Anything else is mere commercialism or a primped up shadow of adolescent attempts to gain popularity, to be liked.
So just write the darn thing already. Go on. Put something down. If it’s really all that horrid, call it a learning exercise and do better on the next one. You don’t even have to do all that much better. Just a little improvement at a time with lots of messes and backsliding along the way.
Writing is like life, I say, if you’re not enjoying the process what’s the point anyway?
Happy Ficlying.
Comments