The further I get into Zahra’s story the less I feel like I should be writing an adventure story. It feels so dramatic. I would like to try my hand at a different genre, but I feel like I’m off to a really slow start. Even the second chapter feels boring and over dramatic. I’ve actually started making revisions already.
Of course, I did just get off work, and I’m pretty sure I’m a bit tipsy right now; but I feel – once again – like a fraud. I feel like tossing in the towel and calling it a day.
What if what I have are good concepts without the talent for the follow through. What do I know about writing? My characters lack depth. I know little-to-none about metaphors and rhetoric. Who am I to honestly think I’m good – my words worth penning.
Is that normal? To feel unworthy? To feel so… pointless?
I think it’s a totally natural feeling. We get surrounded by so much GOOD writing and then compare it to the underdeveloped little scribbles we’ve mustered and think, “I can’t do this.” What we miss are all of the bad things that these same artists putting out masterpieces invariably end up writing. The garbage doesn’t get exposure. You’ve gotta just keep plowing through. The more you write the more comfortable you’ll get. And, really, when it comes down to it, there is no right way to write. It’s communication. It’s subjective.