Today is January's contribution to Alex Cavanaugh's Insecure Writers Support Group.
Today, I'm co-hosting the IWSG along with L.G. Keltner, Denise Covey, Sheri Larsen J.Q. Rose and Michelle Wallace. Be sure to stop by their blogs and thank them.
Why am I an Insecure Writer this month?
For plenty of reasons.
I started a new job two days ago, I’m co-hosting this month’s IWSG bloghop, I volunteered to give a presentation on story structure to my local SCBWI group on Saturday, and I still don’t know if I have what it takes to be a real writer.
To be honest, I’m not all that worried about the job situation. I’ll be working on what sounds like a fun project, one that involves WAY more chemistry than my last couple of jobs. Woohoo! But starting a new job with a new company with people you don't know is always stressful.
And while co-hosting for Alex is an awesome responsibility, I don't think there's any way I can screw it up.
The presentation is a bit more worrisome, especially since it's not finished yet, but I still have three more days to fix it up. Heck, story structure makes so much sense to me, I could probably just stand up there and ramble on about the topic for hours. I just wish writing stories was that easy.
As far as whether I'm a real writer, sometimes I wonder if I'm tough enough to be one. Writers are supposed to be cruel to their characters. Put them through hell, the experts say. Scar them emotionally. Hurt them physically. Make them unhappy for the rest of their lives.
Unfortunately, I usually find myself being too easy on them. I allow them to solve their problems without breaking a sweat. I remove their pain almost as soon as they begin experiencing it. I’ve gotten better at prolonging their torture, but I’m still not mean enough.
The question is: can I learn to be cruel enough in 2016?
How about you? Think you're mean enough to your characters? Then consider the following picture.
|Courtesy of Reddit|
Would you be dastardly enough to turn on the faucet? If so, then you're a true writer. Congratulations, I salute you.
But I'd prefer it if you didn't come anywhere near my house.