I had to write that sentence three times before I realized I'd misspelled "here" as "hear". And I just edited the post to correct "right" to "write".
All over the interwebs you can find writerly advice, from the serious (yet funny):
Are You a "Real" Writer? Is This Even the Correct Question? - Kristen Lamb's Blog
To the hilarious (and entirely correct):
How and why to use whom in a sentence. - The Oatmeal
I knew I was a "REAL" writer when I accidentally closed out of a half-finished blog post and felt physical and mental pain like I hadn't felt since I lost the stone out of my engagement ring. But I buckled up, buttercup, pulled on my big-girl panties, and put on my "I am a queen; I got this shit handled," crown. I opened up Word (where I should've been typing in the first place) made some notes, saved my remaining links, and resolved to rewrite it.
This blog may look like a silly bit of posturing to get my funny on, but it's also my first step in being a published writer, writing fiction books for a living. It's my discipline. I may be starting late, but goddamn it, I'm starting. I write every day at least half an hour. Even the shorties are half an hour of writing, if my anxiety is high it sometimes takes me that long to drag a few sentences out of my brain. If I truly haven't spent half an hour I'll make a second entry that day. It's getting to the point where if I don't write I feel jumpy with pent up mental energy, like an athlete who hasn't trained. But as a mental athlete, I don't have to take a rest day! Yay! My brain doesn't get injured from overuse!
I do need to find out if I'm over using commas. That's kind of important.
I will publish. If it takes me the rest of my damn life I will publish. I'll do it for the trousers, steeds, and bourbon. I'll let Matt keep the monocles and mustaches.
It's possible I didn't grasp the full meaning of The Oatmeal's post, but what the hell.. I'm having fun.
|They were out of steeds, so they gave me this nifty car.|