I just read this interesting article about writing. It’s poses the question:
I’ve been struggling with this very scenario for the past few years. When you start to research the industry, your genre, what readers want, and what’s trending or popular, you start to box yourself in. You begin to write for the industry, not for yourself.
This isn’t how writing should be created. In its core, its inception, it should be about the author. Much like creating a child, that spark of creation should come from love. That love should be reflective of the author, their mind, their passion.
What would I write if no one was there to judge me? That’s easy. It would pretty much be the same material I write now, but free flowing, more organic. There would be no concern for exposition. There would be a lot of inner dialogue. There would be chaos. And beauty.
I’ve lost a bit of the beauty in my writing. It’s scampered off, to hide behind a gooseberry bush until I figure out how to reconcile it with that pesky sidekick of every author: Editing.
How do you work through the “Have To”s- to get to the words you were meant to write? Do you have any tips for keeping your head in the game?