The truth is writing fiction gets harder because we continue to raise the bar on ourselves – James Scott Bell
How writing a story a day in May is making people feel
What people are saying about StoryADay May this year.
“…I’m going to lay this brick as perfectly as a brick can be laid. You do that every single day. And soon you have a wall.” Will Smith. Photo: http://i.imgur.com/GWyd8sE.jpg
Making books has always felt very connected to my bookselling experience, that of wanting to draw people’s attention to things that I liked, to shape things that I liked into new shapes.
Jonathan Lethem, via Austin Kleon’s “Show Your Work”
StoryADay May is well underway. Hundreds of people are writing. Many of them are sharing their stories.
I’ve read tons of stories in the past three days, some stunningly good, some OK and one of two just … raw, shall we say?
But all of them we’re complete. And all of them were words on the page that their writers can look at and reflect on and learn from.
Over and over again, people have said some flavor of “I’m so glad I wrote today”, “it’s not perfect but I feel so good for having done it” or simple “ha-Haaaaaa!”
It reminds me of why I do this to myself. There is nothing like the feeling of writing. There is little that makes me as happy. There is nothing really that I’m anywhere nearly as fulfilled by doing.
So I’ll be writing a story again tomorrow. How about you?
Short stories are tiny windows into other worlds and other minds and other dreams. They are journeys you can make to the far side of the universe and still be back in time for dinner.
For me, the process of finding one’s voice was many, many years of suppressing it, because I was kind of ashamed of it…a switch threw in my mind and I thought you’re such an idiot: all this time you’ve been trying to make energy on the page but keeping all your natural instincts on the side…
George Saunders, Authors On Tour, Live from The Tattered Cover
Every now and then I search for signs of her writing on the Internet, but I don’t think she’s ever published anything. Breaks my heart because she was amazing….
Twenty years since the workshop and what I’m left with now is not bitterness or anger but an abiding sense of loss. Lost time, lost opportunities, lost people.