[INTROSPECTION] My Hope To Always Stay A Beginner
Read, read, read. Read everything - trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it is good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out the window. (William Faulkner)
An apprentice... perhaps it's time I took on that role?
I've wanted to be the master before the apprentice. Impatience and ignorance were the blades I've been sharpening. Thus, making me feel like attaching the title "writer" to my name has turned into a lie I've allowed to perpetuate.
For the longest time I've said that I will become a novelist yet I have done nothing to improve my craft. Starting something scares me, being stuck scares me, and so I allowed the fear to take over and render me impotent.
I'm the bearer of notebooks bound with rhymes. Rhymes about love found and lost birthed from vicarious living rather than actual experiences. Poetry I still don't understand. Mediocrity laced through cautious and ignorant words. That's what I get from attempting to be a master way before I could even be called a disciple.
I've started and halted projects that had potential out of fear and sloth. And now it feels like the short-lived idea has indeed left this mind forever. Lacking the ability to follow through seems to be my biggest flaw.
You must be put off by my honesty. Perhaps too self-depracting for your own taste. You see, I really do see myself lacking for such a glorious profession. And so my desire to learn kicks in.
I think if someone asks me right now if I am a writer, I'd rather say that I'm a learner, an apprentice, a student, a beginner...
Stay a beginner on this path. Be wary of experts. Because for an expert there may be one or two options but for a beginner you are willing to try anything a beginner there are countless options. (Wayne Dyer)
An apprentice... perhaps it's time I took on that role?
I've wanted to be the master before the apprentice. Impatience and ignorance were the blades I've been sharpening. Thus, making me feel like attaching the title "writer" to my name has turned into a lie I've allowed to perpetuate.
For the longest time I've said that I will become a novelist yet I have done nothing to improve my craft. Starting something scares me, being stuck scares me, and so I allowed the fear to take over and render me impotent.
I'm the bearer of notebooks bound with rhymes. Rhymes about love found and lost birthed from vicarious living rather than actual experiences. Poetry I still don't understand. Mediocrity laced through cautious and ignorant words. That's what I get from attempting to be a master way before I could even be called a disciple.
I've started and halted projects that had potential out of fear and sloth. And now it feels like the short-lived idea has indeed left this mind forever. Lacking the ability to follow through seems to be my biggest flaw.
You must be put off by my honesty. Perhaps too self-depracting for your own taste. You see, I really do see myself lacking for such a glorious profession. And so my desire to learn kicks in.
I think if someone asks me right now if I am a writer, I'd rather say that I'm a learner, an apprentice, a student, a beginner...
Stay a beginner on this path. Be wary of experts. Because for an expert there may be one or two options but for a beginner you are willing to try anything a beginner there are countless options. (Wayne Dyer)