It wasn’t until I was in college that I realized I wanted to write. I’d thought about it, and written before, but I don’t think I gave it the fair shake it probably deserved until then. While I was in college, I saw what writing could be for me in the future. I saw an opportunity to tell stories—fantastical stories, imaginative stories, stories that were affecting, that mattered—but the more that I studied and the more that I wrote, I realized I wasn’t good at it. (more…)
I think the first time I ever felt the overwhelming sense that I didn’t belong, that I was nowhere near good enough to do what I’m doing (or trying to do anyway) was in college. (more…)
It’s sort of funny:
When I was in college, I had this group of friends that was, for the most part, comprised entirely of English majors. And every one of them, as you might imagine, wanted to write a novel; it was just in their nature. Our nature. Before we graduated, the majority of us had begun what we all believed to be our first “great work,” the novel that would bring us into authorship, free us from the shackles of the nine-to-five and usher us into the pantheon of some of writing’s greats.
None of those works panned out (to my knowledge). Writing’s hard, telling stories is hard, much less telling stories others would like to read, and much much less telling ones they would want to pay money for. Speaking for myself, I wrote what I thought would be my ticket, the book(s) I’d be working on for years to come.
But it wasn’t. (more…)
Before I even begin this post I want to slap a big ol’ SPOILER tag right at the top. I am assuming if you are reading this that you either have seen the latest craze that is the Netflix’s 13 Reasons Why, or you absolutely just don’t care about what even happens and are reading this here for…a reason I can’t place. You were forewarned. (more…)
Not too long ago, I reposted a short piece from an old blog of mine that I started back in college. The post was on writing, as were many of the other posts (11) that I put up on that blog, and while the one that I slapped up the other day was one of the few I felt was worth resharing (since it wasn’t exclusively related to the novel I was writing), this piece is probably the only other one.
I met with a friend that summer who’d been for so much of my life a mentor-like figure to me. We’d not seen each other for years at that point and as we were talking, it got me thinking about something I’d like to write about: creative voice. Here is that short little piece from over 3 1/2 (!!) years ago. (more…)
I mentioned once, WAAAAY back when I first began writing this blog, that I’d at one point started and subsequently tapered off from writing a separate blog previous to this one. It was meant to be a space where I could share my thoughts on writing, on reading, my influences, the process, and all that was involved in all of those things; I was still in college at the time and my days were spent writing. I couldn’t escape it—but sometimes I miss those days. Adult life can be a bummer sometimes and while English was certainly no cakewalk, it was something I really, truly enjoyed.
Recently I had the itch to revisit that blog and while many of the few posts that are up are related fairly exclusively to the novel I was writing at that time, there were a couple of posts that I felt were worth sharing here. I haven’t written A LOT about the writing process or the practices that can help you write better or writing in general really, but I’ve mentioned before that I’d like to share more on that subject and this feels like a good addition. (more…)
As of a couple of days ago, it has been one week since I started actively learning code. It’s been going well—it’s been going slowly—but I’ve been thinking a few steps ahead. I’m not skipping any steps mind you, but learning this stuff has given me reason to dream of what I could do given some time to figure out how—example now: further down the knowledge path I’m on, I would like to make some sort of piece of interactive fiction.
I wrote earlier this year that one of my resolutions was to begin working toward establishing myself as an employable writer. I was an English major, I would like to be an author one day—it’s about time I take strides toward utilizing those skills for something. But it’s difficult sometimes to find interesting projects to pour those skills into. Writing a blog, writing short stories or longer pieces of fiction are my bread and butter, but sometimes I have the need to think differently about the way that I write and the way with which I use my words.
Coding is a new prospect. It’s a new step toward allowing me to use the artistic skills I already have to create something new and different. And while “interactive fiction” and “choose your own adventure” stories may be dreaming too big (or too small) with where I am currently, it’s something that’s been rattling around in my brain the past couple of days as I’ve been thinking of what’s to come.
I don’t really know what the point in me writing this out for you was exactly, but hey—you know now.