As I’ve said before, I like to write. I have no illusions to
being a great writer, and in fact, I would consider my writing, and writing ability
to be sub-par, at best. Still, I find a certain degree of satisfaction in writing.
It enables me to express my thoughts (rants) in a better way than through
spoken word.
Given this, it’s only natural that I would want to someday
pen a book of some kind. I don’t know if it would be a non-fiction work, or a
novel but I would like to make the attempt at any rate. Even if you’re writing
for yourself, there’s a need to have your work viewed by others. If for no
other reason than to validate your own opinions or beliefs. Call it human ego,
but it exists.
Many narcissistic writers have illusions to penning the “Great
American Novel” which is futile at best. For one thing, nothing in this world
is ever really considered great in its own time. Leaders of the past who today
are revered for their greatness were not considered as such when they were
alive. Plus, who cares? I like to write whatever happens to be on my mind, and
if what is on my mind happens to be an interesting story, I’d like to share it
with others.
Every so often I get a germ of an idea. Sometimes I would be
walking down the street and I see something, such as a squirrel carrying an acorn,
or some guy trying to chat up a girl and from that my mind creates a basic (and
boy, do I mean basic) outline of a story. I get the basic nuance of the plot,
boiled down to three or four simple sentences and sometimes I’ve gone as far as
to pen a paragraph, but that’s where it usually ends.
It’s just something I’ll need to work on. Like I said, I
know my writing is not the best, but I’d like to attempt to pen a book of some
sort one day.
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