I don’t think writers need to be reminded of our frail egos. The validation of a personal response on a rejection letter, getting an honorable mention in a contest, having our writing group say more positive than negative things are like life support to the tiny muse who so often goes Code Blue on our shoulders.
The lights go out, and all that is left is a microphone, a microphone stand, and a red rug, lit by a single spotlight.
If you are anything like me, you struggle with nerves and you have to force yourself to do the things that you want to do, and this scenario is the equivalent to seeing the Grim Reaper walk up to you, and point directly into your soul.
For the past couple of days, I have been feeling kind of down. You see, I am at the time in my life where the great majority of my friends are getting into serious relationships, and even getting married, while I have been single for a while with no real hope of finding anyone in the near future. I know what you may be thinking: what does this have to do with writing, or being creative in any sort of way? I promise though, I do have my reasoning.
“Creativity is like electricity. We don’t understand how it works, we just use it.” – Maya Angelou
I identify with this quote a lot, especially when it comes to writing. Three semesters of writing classes and I still couldn’t tell you how to write. I couldn’t tell you how I write. Writing just seems to happen. The creative process is different for everyone. Everyone writes differently.