I have always been in absolute awe of those who built the big stuff using rudimentary tools. I feel like it would have been pretty overwhelming to take on such a task. The problem for me at this point is that the tools are too sophisticated. I feel like an ant staring up at a monolith when faced with the technical building blocks of a successful blog or the process of publishing anything. It’s not honing the writing skills that seems so daunting. It’s the world of plugins and things like twitter. I like the idea of writing by the calm shore of Walden Pond but not so much on a raft bouncing along a raging river, which is what this whole thing feels like to me at the moment.
I am receiving a healthy amount of encouragement to keep writing. Dad and Mom also gave me a subscription to Writer’s Digest and a book On Writing Well by William Zinsser. I love them both – my parents and the publications. Although, when the bold article title “Master the Business of Writing” jumped off the cover of my first issue I wanted to hide! (and that was just the title!) As I page through the magazine a vision of myself appears: pencil behind my ear and the background music of an old iron Royal typewriter playing in my head, I slump to the floor…manuscript papers falling in disarray around me… realizing I have absolutely no business in this business because business is one thing I have never done well.
So what is one to do? I may have the capacity to write well, but who cares if I can’t figure out the system by which it gets read? Do I even have the energy at my age to figure out these things? These systems and tools evolve so quickly! (which evokes an image of a couple of my grandchildren…as well as my inner 6 yr old…making fists and stomping a foot in protest)
Nevertheless, I will forge ahead, grabbing a limb or two as I am inevitably tossed into the drink from this bouncing raft. (I wish I could afford a good rafting image to put with this post!)
Maybe I will find a good story life line in the process of hanging on!