So, it turns out this week hasn’t been too hellish after all. I mean, it’s only Tuesday, but still. So far, so good.
Today, the ATR desk has been pretty slow. Nothing going on there of note, at least, not yet. If God is willing, it will stay that way all week.
So, I tried to write something last night. Just a little vignette, really, nothing too big. Just something to grease the writing joints. It didn’t work though. Felt clunky, forced, didn’t come out the way my creative voice envisioned it in my head on the way home. And I think it was sort of a knock off of someone else’s work I read a while back on DeviantArt.
Oh well, into the Exercises folder it went.
Tonight I might try some non-fiction. I’ve always thought my non-fiction writing was meh at best, but at least one person in the past said it’s clear and concise. I don’t get that when I read back over my blog posts. I should probably do more editing before hitting the Publish button, but that never happens. I usually remember I’m supposed to do that just as I’m letting the mouse button up.
Oh well, into the Whatever folder it goes.
But I’m thinking the non-fic might be something like a journal. Journal writing for other people to read, I guess. That might be interesting. I don’t have a topic. I don’t have an audience. I don’t even have a clue. And have I mentioned lately how sucky I’ve become at covers? I got nothin’ here.
Still, the idea’s there. I’ve just about given up the idea of being a fiction writer. No one beyond my beta readers ever seems interested in reading what I write, never mind paying for it. I stink at a lot of stuff, and I can’t afford to hire anyone for the things I stink at. (You know, like…the writing part.) So everything tanks. Meanwhile, I want to write full-time for a living. (Stop laughing.)
So things aren’t so bad, on the work side at any rate. Not as much fun as writing but it pays a lot better.
Now that I’m thinking about the non-fiction stuff, I wonder what my author voice “sounds” like when I do non-fiction? What if I wrote fiction and just sold it as non-fiction? No one can prove I didn’t get rich playing the stock market, right?
I know, I know. Besides, the only review I’ve never gotten on my non-fiction books was a hard one-star slam. *Sigh*
God’s trying to tell me he doesn’t want me to write, and I’m too stupid to listen. And way too stubborn to give up.
What if I just agree not to wish it would sell anymore?
Nah, that’ll never happen either.
Here’s hoping tomorrow will be just as slow as today has been. Have a good one if we don’t talk because it wasn’t.