Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write. The key word is love. You have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something to live for.
I read this quote on Ann Dee Ellis's blog today and it was like getting hit in the head with a pine cone. Ray Bradbury is a hero of mine. He graduated from the library instead of college. He writes original, inimitable stuff.
|a pine cone|
I started writing because I loved it. I loved it so much I could write myself out of a depression, and that's a big deal. I was totally in love.
|me, in love|
I didn't know what I was doing. A lot of what I wrote was buffalo chips, destined for the fire. But I was having too much fun to care.
|a buffalo chip|
Am I still in love with writing? Yes. A lot of what I write is still chippy and fire-bound, only now I'm a little more aware of when I've produced poop, and also that someone else who knows the difference between buffalo chips and swiss chocolate might read it, too.
|definitely not a buffalo chip|
I have been putting off writing this book because I'm afraid of producing poop instead of chocolate. Silly. That's what the fire is for, right?
I had to remember I'm writing for the fire today, so I have nothing to lose. If I don't, I might fall out of love altogether and have to get a real job that I don't love at all.
Yeah, so, write for the fire, hey? Write (or paint, or run, or play your violin) for the joy of it, and even if all you come up with is buffalo chips, remember, you can start a fire with those.***
***Whatever that means. I'm not really sure. It's either terribly profound, or...well, you know.