In The Demon's Head #198: The Desire To Write
July 10, 2014
Hello everyone, I hope that today's post finds you in a good state and enjoying your day. I talked about this post in the video that I posted yesterday briefly but I'm going to go full tilt into it today. As you've probably figured out I'd like to talk about my desire to write, and be a writer to you. I want you guys to see the things that I do when it comes to the world of being a writer for a living.
July 10, 2014
Hello everyone, I hope that today's post finds you in a good state and enjoying your day. I talked about this post in the video that I posted yesterday briefly but I'm going to go full tilt into it today. As you've probably figured out I'd like to talk about my desire to write, and be a writer to you. I want you guys to see the things that I do when it comes to the world of being a writer for a living.
This topic came to me after a conversation, if you want to call it that, between me and my Fiancé Liz. I've been doing this for a few years, not really a horribly long time, however for me it's been a long while. I'm very impatient that I haven't been able to catch traction in the last three years. However, at the end of the day this is a marathon, not a sprint. So when Liz started asking me why I wasn't more frustrated, it's because I hadn't let her see that frustration. But then in my own head I started to wonder why it was that I did keep chasing this dream. I realized it's cause I have a damn bug in my system.
I'm not talking like a bug in the computer, (though I think I have a couple of those little bastards too) but a bug in my system. Honestly, I could never sit down to write another word again. Never map out another idea, never have any more creative ideas come through me. However, I'll still be left with the ability to find the ideas in random places, I'll still be left with the need to write down the words, I'll still be left wanting more.
Writing has been a massive presence in my life for over a decade. In fact, it was what got me through both of the moves I went through while in school. It helped me make friends. It's helped me land girlfriends. Even went so far as to help me stray away from other things that might have gotten me in trouble. Writing has become a drug to me. So why not take that and put it good use? Why not try to sell the words that I hash out and make a living doing something that I absolutely love.
At the end of the day I could do something else, but unless I have the freedom, or the creative outlet that writing has given me, it isn't the same. I'm only 23, I have time left to make a mark on the writing world. If some people are to be believed then I'll get there soon enough. But I gotta say that the impatient side of me is making this more and more difficult.
All I can do is keep learning, getting better, and trying to break the surface and get my books out there. I've found some resources that will help so I'm hoping that it will only be a matter of time before I get that moment when I realize that I got my dreams to come true.
That about wraps up today's post. Share your thoughts in the comments section. I'd love to hear your take on this matter, or your own struggles with something similar. Let me hear it. Also, be sure to sign up for the mailing list by going over to the right hand side and just putting your email address in that little box and hitting enter, or clicking sign up whichever works.
Until the next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell, and into the demon's head, I'm Kyle Robinson wishing you a safe trip back to the surface.
I'm not talking like a bug in the computer, (though I think I have a couple of those little bastards too) but a bug in my system. Honestly, I could never sit down to write another word again. Never map out another idea, never have any more creative ideas come through me. However, I'll still be left with the ability to find the ideas in random places, I'll still be left with the need to write down the words, I'll still be left wanting more.
Writing has been a massive presence in my life for over a decade. In fact, it was what got me through both of the moves I went through while in school. It helped me make friends. It's helped me land girlfriends. Even went so far as to help me stray away from other things that might have gotten me in trouble. Writing has become a drug to me. So why not take that and put it good use? Why not try to sell the words that I hash out and make a living doing something that I absolutely love.
At the end of the day I could do something else, but unless I have the freedom, or the creative outlet that writing has given me, it isn't the same. I'm only 23, I have time left to make a mark on the writing world. If some people are to be believed then I'll get there soon enough. But I gotta say that the impatient side of me is making this more and more difficult.
All I can do is keep learning, getting better, and trying to break the surface and get my books out there. I've found some resources that will help so I'm hoping that it will only be a matter of time before I get that moment when I realize that I got my dreams to come true.
That about wraps up today's post. Share your thoughts in the comments section. I'd love to hear your take on this matter, or your own struggles with something similar. Let me hear it. Also, be sure to sign up for the mailing list by going over to the right hand side and just putting your email address in that little box and hitting enter, or clicking sign up whichever works.
Until the next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell, and into the demon's head, I'm Kyle Robinson wishing you a safe trip back to the surface.