Some of those things I suffer with a little. One of them that sticks out for me is adequacy. From time to time I come across an author that I am practically in awe with their prose. I suppose this points to voice. They are quick witted. They write with a easy flow that enables me to chew up chapters at a sitting. Gee, I think, they are head and shoulders over where I am. I don't feel like I will ever measure up to what they have accomplished.
That is okay, if I don't. Readers are at all different levels, just as authors write at different levels. The authors I admire are those where I can appreciate such skill and use them as a learning lesson; someone to try and emulate. Even though it is said we are competing within a genre for readership, there are still those that will like what I write if I write it well. Perhaps, my plots and subplots are not as complicated and vocabulary isn't as rich or have as many syllables as the artist I admire, but I'm not a slouch (completely). However, that said, my writing is maturing and growing in skill. My largest problem is my late start with fiction writing.
Having a long career of writing white papers, technical manuals and prospectus doesn't translate well to invoking emotion, and making up people to live in a fictional fact based world that you will find interesting. Because of that, I get a twinge occasionally that I'm not adequate to the task.
That's it. I got that off my chest. Time to write.
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