This morning I opened up my Bloglines to read new posts in my regular/favorite blogs, and I discovered on Fishtales what I think is one of the best descriptions about the difference between great ideas and actually writing something.
This past week, I read two complete unpublished manuscripts of friends,
wrote any little thought that made me feel *anything* in a stenobook,
prayed, read the Bible, loved my family, and caught Shiny Bugs by the
Know what I found out?
Writing is my Shiny Bug.
ideas look so pretty across the yard, out by the treeline. But when I
catch them on paper, they’re black bugs. Occasionally, they’ll light up
and my heart leaps!
Guess we all can’t glow all the time.
At present, I am in the "sagging middle" of my wip (work in progress). The idea that sounded so good and shiny in January as I brainstormed with two writing buddies is, at present, an ugly black bug that I would just as soon stomp on with my foot as look at. I’m pretty sure I’m quoting someone else when I say that writing is 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration.
All writers would love that wispy vision to be true, that vision of a writer sitting in white gazebo in a green expanse of lawn or in a garret of a house overlooking the sea, writing feverishly, hardly able to keep up with the words pouring forth. Brilliant words, I might add. Sigh… The truth is, we writers are much more apt to be found muttering to ourselves as we wish for even ten coherent words to string together.
But somehow, the occasional glimpse of shiny bugs keep us going.
Thanks, Angie, for that reminder.