I am baffled by the amount of complaining that swamps the Internet about how hard it is to write. So much that I wonder why people bother to write. There is a plethora of articles such as: Dealing With Writer’s Block, and The Demon of Procrastination etc.
Procrastination I understand; it is doing what you want to do rather than something you think you must do. But writing is something I want to do, love to do, and so the things I procrastinate at are such things as paying bills, or making, or keeping, doctors’ appointments.
To be very honest with you I have never had writer’s block, whatever it may be, unless it is responsibilities that keep me from doing what I love to do. Right now I’m working on two novels; one is Second Image which is in the final edits (so much so that I even made a tentative cover for it) and the other is an unnamed apocalyptic novel in the 1st draft. The only thing that blocks me from working on one or the other of them is an obligation of some kind, or another love which has come into my life recently, and that is ceramics.
In the past 5 years working with clay has become a passion almost as intense as writing. That may be because I can see the finished results that much sooner. It takes me 2-3 years to write a novel with minimum of at least another year before it sees print.
On the other hand it takes only a month from the time I start on a figurine, platter, bowl or coffee mug until it is finished including the making of it, bisque-firing, glazing and final high-firing. My small ceramic items sell for about $16.00, which is about what my books sell for. Some of my larger sculptures have sold for as much as $150.00.
I think all humans are in a hurry; impatient for the end result. We want it finished now. Because I can see something finished in clay so quickly I tend to want to spend more time in the studio. As it is now I limit myself to 3 to 4 hours in the studio Monday thru Thursday and that leaves me evenings and Friday, Saturday and Sunday for my writing.
However, and I can’t say this emphatically enough! The pleasure, the joy, the delight, whatever you want to call it, with a book or a piece of clay does not come in the selling, but in the creating with words or with clay. We all want to be liked and complimented by our friends, but the fact that some stranger will buy one of my items, be it of clay or words on paper, is only validation that I did fairly good work.
It is in the doing, not in the compliment of some stranger buying an item, that one is rewarded.
May all the compliments you receive be sincere and Aloha-pjs/
In the paper department I have signed a contract for another novel with Indigo Sea Press. The title is, A Short and Futile Life. Have no idea when it will be released, but you can bet your sweet boots I’ll let you know when I know.
It is a near future novel about life in the United States when most, if not all, the personal rights stated and the Bill of Rights have been revoked for the good of the whole.
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