I Have Not Been Entirely Idle

If there is anything in my writing that I am proud of, it is the fact that I have had someone pay me to write for them.

As a person that considers themselves a writer, it's the highest honor I can think of, even though many of the pieces have yet to have been polished. That is what I am going to work on.

I'm furious right now, for reasons that I will not go in to deeply, but it has to do with the removal of my writing from my resume, especially considering how important and how much of an honor it is. I do have pieces that I can show, pieces that have had some polishing done, pieces that I can put out as writing samples. Not all of my work is smut. But to have my resume altered to not show the work that I put in, the talent that I have, it is an insult.

But that's enough of that, this isn't a blog for my ranting and anger, it is a blog about literature.

I have not been idle, as the title implies. I've been struggling with writing, writers block, and with finding adequate things to read. But read I have, and I recently finished a book that I will review. I've also written some things geared toward a younger audience.

I enjoy writing things that are clean; my biggest issue is finding ideas that don't have erotic or adult undertones. But they do happen, and when they do, they're lovely. Starting tomorrow (or later today, considering it's already morning hours), I am going to work on my editing, and on articles for what I've read.

This blog will have quite a few updates done to it, so I hope that the few people that read it will enjoy that I've written more, and will update more frequently again.

Difficulties You Might Not Expect

I have to say, coming up with ideas isn't really my issue when it comes to writing.

I have way more problems with actually getting through an idea, and finishing it. When I look at so much of my writing, I'll get in far, 20, 30, sometimes even forty pages. I'll try to keep it up long and strong, and it'll fade back as quickly as it came on, and I'm stuck dribbling on about something I'm not quite sure was ever as good as I'd imagined it to be.

I think it's the reason that writing something, dare I say, novel length is intimidating for me. My play was originally supposed to be something novel length, and I know if I had continued trying to write it as something grand and pompous, I'd have forsaken it before I could go the full journey with my character. Now, I return to a novel, the very beginnings of some epic story, and I find that I don't know that character any more. She's grown into a wonderful and splendid human being (for all intensive purposes), and I still have her stuck at at basic level.

As for right now, I know that there is a particular story, well, a few, that I should devote time specifically to. I'm still learning how to actually sit and write something for two hours. I don't know if I'll ever be able to do it perfectly, but I know that I need to put in the time necessary for me to perfect my craft.