I envy those that can just sit right down and start writing. I used to be one of those people. My imagination just feels like a dry vessel. I seem to be able to do everything but write anymore. Anxiety creeps in as I am forced to face the world outside of my home on a regular basis. Seemingly all because I cannot find my way to regularly putting words on a page for money. I cannot finish a story, polish it and send it out. It sits barely visible on the page, unable to fight free.
Then there are those that publish and make money from seemingly bad writing. And the particular piece I am thinking of might actually be very good in it’s native tongue but the translation leaves much to be desired. What’s worse is that it is a friend of mine and I have been asked to read and review said published piece. Each page is difficult to get through because of run on sentences and wording that doesn’t make sense. Usually it is a failed colloquialism. The piece has gone through numerous editors but it doesn’t show. A well known book is referenced by name but the title is incorrect. Not only that but the person that wrote the referenced book is the topic of the book I am reading and my friend is supposed to be an authority on this writer. I am still only on page 3 of this book. I skipped ahead thinking that maybe the writing would get better but it doesn’t. And I don’t know what to do. I read lines out to Chris and he just stared at me in shock. It is so difficult to read and if I do finish the book I cannot favorably review it. The “expert” can’t even get titles correct. I’m not sure about facts. I haven’t gotten that far. This friend is bugging me to tell him if I like the book. What do I do? I can’t find anything good to say about the piece. If I am honest it will probably cost me the friendship no matter how much I sugar coat it. If I lie then others will wonder what the hell I was on when I read it.
So I sit and stare at the pages and think that I would be better off working on my own writing. I got close yesterday morning. I pulled out the notebooks containing my various projects and went outside. I did the sit and think for a bit and next thing I knew I was sawing off branches of trees for the next few hours. Things look nice and I won’t have to battle the branches when I mow. But STILL NO WRITING WAS DONE. So I will try again today.
Thanks for reading and as always stay safe!