Barely a writer

I already knew in high school that I was bleeding words onto pages. I had been doing it since I was eight. But when I read "Worlds of Wonder" by David Gerrold, I started to see the art of craft. I've read plenty of "how to write" kinds of books since, but none stuck with me as much. One of the biggest lessons that stuck with me was a single page titled "The First Million Words." Those million words, Gerrold puts it, are all practice. No matter what happens to the words after you write them, they're practice. I loved that perspective. 

I'm barely a writer because I haven't got a word footprint to prove otherwise. I just haven't had enough practice doing what I'm doing. I certainly don't think that there is anything magical about any arbitrary number. Its more about awareness of the material, just as a carpenter becomes intimate with dead trees. It wasn't the number, its the eye for craft. I want to get better because I love the material so much I want to do it honors. As I said, I've been bleeding words onto pages for a long time.

I do recognize that there will never be an end to practicing. There is no finish line because there is no way to complete art. Art is our collective soul speak, to the best of our abilities. From the first cave paintings to the most post of modern, we are all trying to connect through our passions. Our perspectives are lenses bending the light of the world into wonderful rainbows of color. 


I hope to share with you many words, but the number won't matter as much as your enjoyment. Although this is a learning curve for me, I want it to be the most entertaining curve it can be. After all, without a reader the words are quite useless. Let me know when I succeed in entertaining, let me know when I fail at any step. I appreciate your time and your mind, I don't intend to waste either.

Thanks for reading and have a great day!