Back to a Writing Goal

Over the years, I have had a great desire to write fiction.  I have started (and stopped) far too many stories to count, but never seem to follow through with them.  It’s not like I think they are garbage, well maybe some of them are garbage, but it’s just the want to write them to an end is never there.  I have decided it is time to stop with that and get something done!

To start things off right, I have signed up for an online writing group.  It’s not really a “school” in the traditional sense, but more of a support group for fellow writers.  It’s called Writers Village, and I have taken one of their classes many years ago, and they seem to have a good following.  I figure, I will take a few 8 week classes to get my head back into the whole writing thing.  If the words flow well after that, then great!  If the work is only “sort of” coming, I might in fact sign up for a real writing class.

There are a number of them locally around here, or I might even look at an online writing class, where there are real instructors and everything.  I am just using WV as a spring board in a sense.  As of now, I have completed 2 exercises in each of the two classes I am taking.  They are obviously not graded, but I am getting supportive feedback.  I will finish these first 2 classes up and I have registered for a few more, but we’ll see how things are going when they start up.

Getting back in the saddle

Yes, it has been a long time…  I have spent a ton of hours over the weekend, trying to get back into the mindset of blogging.  I used to have a ton of ideas floating around my head, enough for dozens of entries at any given time.  I just had to reach in and grab one to post.  Now, I still have those dozens (if not more) ideas floating around, but my internal editor dismisses them as garbage even before I can start to get them on the screen.  Damn my mind!

I did, however, log just about all my books into Goodreads.  I still have all the paper backs that reside on the top shelf of my bookcase, and because they are WAY up there, I will come back to them at another time.  Probably save that for a cleaning day, as there is most certainly a ton of dust up there too.  As it sits right now, I have a bit more than 600 books logged in that I own.  I am sure the paperback shelf has another 100 or so, and half of those are Cheryls.  And being a mildly obsessive/compulsive, I also tossed them into a number of bookshelves as I scanned them in.

On other thoughts, I have really been contemplating getting back into writing.  I have not written in many many months, and I feel I truly have stories to tell.  Plus, I have been reading a bit and some of the books I have read have been true garbage.  If THEY can get published with that drivel, I certainly can with a whole lot better stories.  The only thing holding me back is my mind.  Every time I start to think about writing, my mind says “You should have a job first!”  Being unemployed sucks!  Even though I actively look for work in my field, the market and economy still sucks.   So, in turn, I dismiss the writing dream, and focus on earning a living.

On that front – work, that is – I believe I am going to open up my own shop again.  I have seriously sent my resume off hundreds of times.  I have even began sending it into the same firms for the second time.  There are just so many unemployed architects out there, that my resume gets lost in the mess.  I know I have superior skills and work ethics, but just getting into the interview to express them is the biggest hurdle.  I can count on one hand, the number of interviews I have had since being unemployed.  I know the work is starting to return, as i still talk with other architects, and I know I can cut into some of that work.  I just need to really start marketing myself.

Now, if I can just balance looking for work ALONG with a bit of writing, I wont feel so horribly bad when I sit down to write something.  I just need to convince myself that my writing may in fact be worth something to a publisher and it could in fact be what brings home the bacon in the household…