So all day I have been trying to think of a good blog topic.
I have considered and discarded several. It’s very frustrating. I suspect it’s the heat. I have a hard time working when I’m too hot. Or it could be the WIP, which is cooking along nicely at the moment and has just hit 80k words. I’m still hoping to bring this first draft in under 100; I have a subplot I need to add in but there is also some stuff I can remove, as the new subplot will accomplish what those scenes do much more efficiently. I’m excited about it; I’m looking forward to finishing.
So here’s some random thoughts and stuff.
1. A very interesting discussion took place on Dear Author yesterday, about writers and formal education. I’m actually mentioned in the post, which seems to spring in part from a discussion a little while back on Fangs Fur & Fey.
I never went to college. I have a GED, actually. Don’t think it matters one bit for writing. In fact, I don’t believe college is necessary for most jobs that want college graduates.
What was particularly interesting in the DA post though, and what made me the most uncomfortable at the same time, was the question of whether writers are born or made. Is writing a gift that you either have or don’t, or can anyone be a writer with enough study and practice?
It makes me uncomfortable because I write. And while the point was made that if writing is a gift, the person who has the gift isn’t responsible for it any more than they are the color of their eyes, I still can’t help but cringe a little when asked to identify myself as someone with a particular “gift”. I suppose it’s a modesty ting, which isn’t to say that writers who say writing is a gift are immodest; that’s not my point at all. They simply see it differently from me. It’s very easy for me to agree with them when I don’t feel like I’m talking about myself. So how about if I just say, writing is a talent which can be developed in those in whom it already exists, but if you lack the talent no amount of work will give it to you? You may become competent, but that’s about it.
2. Mark Henry‘s birthday is tomorrow. Make sure you stop by and say something. (Notice I did not tell you to say something nice; this is Mark, after all. He loves the abuse.)