I’ll get this out right up-front.
I do a ton of writing. I blog for extra cash. I write reviews for free videogames. I’m slated to start writing sermons for my messianic church’s Web site. I’m researching articles that may lead to my first book, in the area of true crime. And for fun, I write up sports stories for fun through a sports videogame, on that publisher’s Web site.
But when it comes to real, creative fiction writing, my own wife’s outdoing me lately.
I love writing. I do a lot of it. But when it comes to fiction writing, it’s been on the back-burner for me, for far too long.
My wife, on the other hand, isn’t a big fan of writing. At least, not doing it herself. She often feels she’s not up to the task, though I discourage such negative thinking.
But in the first year of our marriage, she’s been going through changes. She’s a much more active reader than she once was, though she’d never admit it. And she has some wonderful ideas for stories that are highly motivated by personal experience.
And no, it’s not an advice book on how to make silk trees. These are genuine, deeply felt stories that she just can’t contain inside herself anymore.
Tonight, she started writing a novel, based on some of those experiences. I’m thrilled for her. After a couple years of worrying over completing academic papers between four to seven pages in length, she is now fearlessly - for the most part - embarking on a long project that could require at least 200 to 300 pages of effort.
But she’s set on following through and tonight - her first night as a prospective novelist - she produced two pages. If this tale of hers goes for even 200 pages, she’s already one percent done and she’ll be finished before the holiday season if she sticks with it.
I hope she does.
But at the same time, it’s a gauntlet tossed down. Not by my wife, but by her example.
I love writing. I do a lot of it. But as my wife is fond of saying, when am I going to stop writing for everyone else and start “doing something” with my writing?
Ouch. Truth hurts.
Time to dig that graphic novel script out and get to work and hope my Canadian artist buddy is still up for it.