No, I'm not fishing for complements! I mean, this realization isn't exactly a shock to me. I've known for a long time that I have an ability to string words together, and that I can sometimes even get them to make sense. But I've known for years that when it comes to actual storytelling, my skills are woefully lacking, to say the least.
That never stopped me from wanting to write before. I always thought, "Keep writing and you'll get better." Sort of like exercising, I figured. So I told myself, "You're not going to see results right away, but if you just keep doing it eventually your stories will be amazing!".
The thing is, though, I exercise all the time. And my body stays fit. But I also write all the time, and my stories, well... they're not getting any better.
And that pisses me off. Because I read a lot. I love words, I love books! When I was dancing I was the only girl who read paperbacks during her breaks, because even in a dressing room at a strip club I couldn't resist the temptation to read. The other girls made fun of me sometimes for it, but that never bothered me. And to this day, I spend so much money on books it's stupid. So you would think that by now I would have learned how to craft a good story. I've read so many! But I clearly haven't.
A few weeks ago I realized that maybe I've been going about my writing the wrong way. Maybe I just assumed that since I knew the basics of English grammar, and was more less well read, I could become a good writer without ever having to actually study the craft. Yes, the craft! Don't giggle. Anyone who has ever tried to write fiction will understand me when I say writing is definitely a craft, a skill with rules that you need to master in order to be good at.
Unfortunately, though, I've only just realized this myself.
What if I had realized this back when I was going to college? If I had respected writing more, maybe I would have studied it. But it's too late for that now. Long time readers of this site will know that I can't afford college anymore. My college days are long gone and I have no degree. :( It's too late to go back and try to actually learn how to write.
I still think I could be a good writer, though. I have a ton of stories inside me-- I'm never lacking for ideas. I just lack the skill to tell my tales correctly.
So what should I do? For weeks now I've been obsessed with learning how to actually write good stories. I even checked out a book from the library (embarrassingly the book is intended for high-schoolers!) not long ago about the "essentials" of good fiction writing. Reading it has been an eye-opening experience but it's almost to much to bear! I'm so, so far behind the curve when it comes to writing good stories. Grr.
I need advice. I need help! College isn't an option but I have a lot to learn. Please, please... if anyone out there knows of a good book, or a good website, or a good... whatever! When it comes to the craft of writing, that is... if any of you reading this stupid little blog entry has a good idea of what I should do next in order to become a better writer, please tell me!!!
...and if you say, "Just keep writing" I'll kick you in the balls. :P
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