It’s something I’ve only become conscious of recently. When I write, when I mange to extract the right words from my head, I get high from it. That, and I experience an immense feeling of satisfaction that no other work gives me. There’s a scale to it too, from lowest to highest buzz it goes:
9. A clever tweet/text.
8. A short blog post or observation.
7. A review.
6. A lengthy blog post.
5. An introduction (see below).
4. A Childrens book (I’ve almost finished one).
3. A song (finished one today prompting this post).
2. A short story (finished one recently and have felt happy about it for weeks).
1. A novel? Screenplay?
I’ve put a question-mark after novel/screenplay because I haven’t written one, but I’ve thought about it for a long time. I’ve a couple of stories I’ve been building in my head for a while. There’s a joke about the Irish that goes something like: “Every Irish person has a story in them, the hard part is getting them not to tell it”.
But considering the sense of satisfaction I feel after writing something short, I can’t help but wonder how I’d feel after writing a book.
I have the usual hang-ups that hold me back, mostly it’s the standard: What if it’s awful and nobody likes it? A couple of things have spurred me to over-ride this pointless concern recently:
So I’ve got a couple of goals at the moment: I’d like to do some sort of writing course (address all those bad habits I have), and I’d like to lock myself in a cabin somewhere for a weekend (some place with no internet access!), with a couple of books, a lot of coffee, some pens, a bunch of post-it notes and a laptop.
First and foremost though I really need to clean this desk.