Wednesday, October 20, 2010
I forget specifically what we were dishing about yesterday over lunch but a friend of mine said to me, "Oh, you don't have to worry. Writing comes easy to you."
My fork stopped in mid-air, a cherry tomato dangling from the tines. Her statement, although said with innocence, stuck in my craw like a peach pit. It niggled at the nerve endings in my brain. And like I do whenever something bothers me, I let it fester until I can find the right words.
While writing has become easier with time, it has by no means become easy. Ever. Although I may be able to spot the difference between an adjective and an adverb with the best of them, I still agonize over the first sentence in every novel, point of view, verb tense, metaphors, world-building, narrative, too many adverbs, dialogue tags--you name it! In short, I can easily stress over every sentence in any one of my novels for hours. Days. Months. Even years.
Writing a novel isn't like cooking in an easy-bake oven which, by the way, was a toy that I wanted desperately as a kid. I envisioned cooking luscious brownies and cookies in the privacy of my bedroom but my mother envisioned me burning down the house. It was not to be.
And I think that's one of the cool things about writing novels. Every one is different and it's never easy. It's always a challenge to produce the best work possible, and I think that's the way it should be. Every time.
What about you? Do you think writing is easy? Bonus question: Did you have your own easy-bake oven?
If yes, were the brownies as good as they looked on the groovy box??