I have a printed copy of the first version of The Ruby Brooch written in 1997. I shake my head and roll my eyes when I read the manuscript. What was I thinking? Did I really believe I could write? Obviously, I did. I pounded out over 110,000 words, didn’t I? How many of those words made it the printed version? Very few, if any. But I wanted to be a writer. How could I be one if I didn’t write? So I took classes, studied craft books, attended writers’ meetings and conferences, brainstormed with writer friends, and I wrote pages and pages and pages. Bad pages!
“And what you have to do . . . may not be pretty . . . or come easy.”
For me, learning never came easy. My head spun in circles. I had no idea what folks were talking about. Head-hopping? Show, don't tell? Backstory? Synchronicity? Then, one by one, concepts clicked. I didn’t always get it right, but I tried. Rarely was it pretty.
When I started running, my form was atrocious, my breathing uncontrollable, my pace, well, that really hasn’t changed much. In other words, pretty ugly. But I wanted to be a runner. To get to that place wasn't pretty or easy either. Although, I did find Newton running shoes and fancy Nike gear helped me feel better about looking stupid running down the sidewalk!
Never easy. Never pretty. But if you want to get where you want to be and become the person you were created to be, lace up your running shoes, pull your chair up to the computer, and just do it! Ugly and painful as it might be.
Happy writing and running, Kathy