My advice? Write. And keep writing.
Look,
I’m halfway great and a quarter awful. But you show someone more persistent
than me and I’ll give you a hundred bucks. Since ninth grade when I got it in
this dense skull that I wanted to write, I’ve been writing. Writing. And
writing more.
I’m halfway great and a quarter awful. But you show someone more persistent
than me and I’ll give you a hundred bucks. Since ninth grade when I got it in
this dense skull that I wanted to write, I’ve been writing. Writing. And
writing more.
I’m
honing my voice and my skills and my “talents”. But that last word is such a
strange word. Some might call me brilliant and some might call me brash. I just
know that I’m learning and still trying and still striving and still writing.
honing my voice and my skills and my “talents”. But that last word is such a
strange word. Some might call me brilliant and some might call me brash. I just
know that I’m learning and still trying and still striving and still writing.
One
secret? Write.
secret? Write.
Look—Journey
said it best when they said “Don’t stop believin’.” That’s my motto. Everyday
I’m reminded of someone hitting it big while doing so little. They write one
book and boom. SUCCCESSSSSSSS. YESSSS. So easy. So simple. But talent and story
and skill and drive and timing and luck and stamina are not easy and simple.
They are out of your control.
said it best when they said “Don’t stop believin’.” That’s my motto. Everyday
I’m reminded of someone hitting it big while doing so little. They write one
book and boom. SUCCCESSSSSSSS. YESSSS. So easy. So simple. But talent and story
and skill and drive and timing and luck and stamina are not easy and simple.
They are out of your control.
But
you can still do one thing. You can still write.
you can still do one thing. You can still write.
Man,
I’ve been writing. I mean WRITING. People email me saying “I know you’re busy”
and I want to just bust a gut laughing. They have no idea. They have no clue.
But look—I’m lucky. I’m blessed. I’m fortunate to be able to pick up one of
these books and see my name on it. Kinda rhymes with flasher. Makes me think of
trasher. Yeah, that name. Yeah, it’s my
real name. Yeah, I’m a different brand in 50 states.
I’ve been writing. I mean WRITING. People email me saying “I know you’re busy”
and I want to just bust a gut laughing. They have no idea. They have no clue.
But look—I’m lucky. I’m blessed. I’m fortunate to be able to pick up one of
these books and see my name on it. Kinda rhymes with flasher. Makes me think of
trasher. Yeah, that name. Yeah, it’s my
real name. Yeah, I’m a different brand in 50 states.
I
won’t stop believing. Not because I read my stuff and get goosebumps. And not
because I read fan emails and get wide-eyes and a big head. I’m continuing to
believe because God keeps opening doors.
won’t stop believing. Not because I read my stuff and get goosebumps. And not
because I read fan emails and get wide-eyes and a big head. I’m continuing to
believe because God keeps opening doors.
I
want THRASHER in the bright lights but usually the light bulbs burn out before
they can illuminate the night sky. I want those numbers and figures but the
equations always let me down. The longer time goes by, the more I see it’s not
about me and never will be.
want THRASHER in the bright lights but usually the light bulbs burn out before
they can illuminate the night sky. I want those numbers and figures but the
equations always let me down. The longer time goes by, the more I see it’s not
about me and never will be.
But
I still believe. Oh, do I believe.
I still believe. Oh, do I believe.
I’m
looking at ten different pieces of the puzzle and they can sure move fast. They
can whip and whir and blind by and they can produce when necessary. Ten fingers
typing away like there’s no tomorrow because sometimes I wonder if there really
will be. I’d rather type then hand out Arby’s sauce along with curly fries.
Don’t get me wrong—I love Arby’s. But I love my job even more.
looking at ten different pieces of the puzzle and they can sure move fast. They
can whip and whir and blind by and they can produce when necessary. Ten fingers
typing away like there’s no tomorrow because sometimes I wonder if there really
will be. I’d rather type then hand out Arby’s sauce along with curly fries.
Don’t get me wrong—I love Arby’s. But I love my job even more.
There
is a secret and that secret is to write. There’s no magical formula. There’s no
hidden secret, no mysterious recipe. You have to write and keep writing. Then
maybe you’ll learn. Maybe the awful will become merely bad. Maybe you’ll get to
halfway decent. Maybe you’ll get lucky.
is a secret and that secret is to write. There’s no magical formula. There’s no
hidden secret, no mysterious recipe. You have to write and keep writing. Then
maybe you’ll learn. Maybe the awful will become merely bad. Maybe you’ll get to
halfway decent. Maybe you’ll get lucky.
And
yeah, sure—maybe your writing is glorious and beautiful and transcendent but if
that’s the case, I’m not sure why you’re reading this to begin with. Win the
Pulitzer and start speaking to large crowds and stop reading blogs.
yeah, sure—maybe your writing is glorious and beautiful and transcendent but if
that’s the case, I’m not sure why you’re reading this to begin with. Win the
Pulitzer and start speaking to large crowds and stop reading blogs.
As
for me, I’m going to keep writing. I’m going to keep learning. I’m going to
keep going. I’m going to keep these words as my allies and my colleagues. I’m
going to remain in awe of the form and the format and keep trying. Keeping
trying and failing.
for me, I’m going to keep writing. I’m going to keep learning. I’m going to
keep going. I’m going to keep these words as my allies and my colleagues. I’m
going to remain in awe of the form and the format and keep trying. Keeping
trying and failing.
I’m
not J.K. Rowling so you don’t have to listen to me, but a 100 million in sales
wouldn’t change my mind in urging anybody who wants to be published to write.
You learn by writing. And being rejected. And writing. And reading. And being
rejected more. And writing more.
not J.K. Rowling so you don’t have to listen to me, but a 100 million in sales
wouldn’t change my mind in urging anybody who wants to be published to write.
You learn by writing. And being rejected. And writing. And reading. And being
rejected more. And writing more.
There
you go. That’s my writing lesson.
you go. That’s my writing lesson.
You now owe me an Arby’s roast beef sandwich.
Well said!!! We are all blessed with a God given talent he chose for us!! That makes us unique!!! I pray that those doors continue to open for you and your family!!! The day I get my book ready, you as well as Jimmy Wayne will have a page dedicated to y'all! You both are a part of the testimony God has urged me to share vua book form! When I get it done, you will bw contacted! 🙂 Thank you for you encouragement!
You are certainly blessed by God, and not just writing talent. Yous eem like a nice guy, a great father, loving husband, and a follower of Jesus. That's why we support you.