He was there, hunched over his laptop, sitting crossed-legged on his bed. All his life seemed to be leading up to this point. He had stayed up late the previous night reading articles from the 2007 Writer’s Market and researching agents. It seemed that he was entering into a larger world. He knew he could do it. It’s just words on a page. How hard could that be? Maybe he’ll write an article for a magazine, perhaps something about Science and Religion or Music or maybe Web Site design. Or maybe he would write a Science Fiction or Fantasy novel. He literally has hundreds of ideas. Then again, there’s the screenplay that he’s been developing for the last year and a half. It’s just words on a page. How hard could that be?
As it turns out, it is incredibly difficult. I guess if it was easy, everybody would be doing it. I’m trying to figure out what my roadblocks are in order to overcome them.
“The harm of words is sometimes we don’t quite know exactly what they mean.” – These Ordinary Days , Jars of Clay
I think one of my main faults is a somewhat limited vocabulary. I do not have a college education and though I was AP in English classes in high school, well, that was fifteen years ago. Over time, my vocabulary has diminished to pretty much what I use for my job, some “Christianese” that I use to communicate at church, some techno-babble, and what I hear on TV. I could tell you what affluent means, but not effluent. The good news is that building my vocabulary is not that difficult, my Google home page even has a Dictionary Word of the Day. Maybe I could write a short story or even just a paragraph each day using that word.
It’s almost midnight, at which time I will turn into a pumpkin (and not a ‘smashing’ one), so I must bid you adieu.
To be continued…