Saturday, November 7, 2009

Yeah, We Really Didn't Know This

I over-think things. Very, very occasionally this is a strength. Most of the time it shoots me in the foot, but I can't seem to cut it out. Most of those embarrassing moments in my past that make me writhe to think about came from over-thinking things.

Part of my over-thinking is planning. What if I become a published writer? What if I'm a NYT Best-Seller? What if someone asks me to give a workshop at a writing convention? Oh no! What am I going to say?

Then I sit down and write out the speech. Aren't you glad you aren't telepathic? It would be impossible to think straight around me.

I've received both discouragement and validation in the last few days. I read that you have to do something for 10,000 hours before you master it. I would have to write 3 hours a day to master writing in ten years.

This is discouraging. Ten years seems forever. I'll be twenty-seven in ten years. That's ancient.

On the other hand, ten years? Three hours a day? Where will I find three hours a day? Do they have to be consecutive hours? I already get up at five and I don't want to get up earlier than that. Maybe if I hacked the games out of my computer...

It's discouraging that it's going to take so long. It's encouraging that I'm not giving up and I'm actually thinking about how to do it.

Take that, universe. I am a writer!

1 comment:

  1. I'm not sure I buy into the 10,000 hours thing, but guess what? You'll be 27 in ten years EITHER WAY! So I'm glad you're sticking with it. (: