And now we return for our exciting conclusion!
“There is no simple, one size fits all approach to writing.”
There, I said it. Secret’s out, everyone. Hide yo kids, hide yo wife, etc. Corset shopping (in a very long, round about way) is my metaphor for writing.
The general act of writing is clothes shopping. Sprints are the comfortable clothes; very easy to start and finish, don’t have to worry about impressing anyone. Outlines are the business casual, nice shirt and jeans, getting down to business. Novels themselves are the corsets. Very hard to find, have to squeeze into it, and they take a lot of work.
I fell off the wagon six miles back on the Oregon Trail in the fact that I’ve only been focusing on sprints. I started three outlines, got a few characters down, maybe a plot point or two, then dropped it. So, I have three metaphorical outfits sitting in my closet waiting for me to get back to them. I still have the tags on them so I can return them if I want, but why bother?
I have my comfy sweat pants and college shirts that I can sit around the house in? I’m in my secure little box!
That has to change.
I’ve lulled myself into a false sense of security with the sprints. I find myself opening up old ones in an effort to continue working on them, hoping to impress someone. Maybe its you, maybe its myself, and its probably both.
I’ve found that there are pros and cons to starting a blog. I’m writing more, and I’ve changed the direction on some projects I’m working on. On the flip side, I’m paying too much attention to my traffic figures, trying to pretend I’m bothered when it drops off from high double digits to single digits.
So, I’m making a resolve. I resolve to be less of a neurotic mess, and more of a writer. I also resolve to read more (thank you Boarders for their closing sale) and nail down a solid story line not in outline form.
But I am really planning on buying a corset at some point. I’ll post pictures when I do, I promise.