I have more stories in my head than I have on paper, and endless rewrites of those that have made their was onto my computer hard-disk. There are also the scribbled notes in notebooks, ideas for stories, the first page of a story, a few lines of verse.
I find it hard to call myself a writer and when I read Suddenly Jamie’s article on “writing is my real job“, (which I read thanks to Discover) it got me thinking. If someone asks me what I do I immediately tell them what my part time job is. And it is nothing to do with writing, but it is what I spend 18 hours a week doing and it is what pays for some of the bills! But I am also a mother of two young children – a 24 hour a day job. In my spare time I write and take photographs. In the small amount of quiet time I have, I think about writing or write stories in my head.
I like the stories in my head. They often help me get to sleep at night. I can try out different scenarios to find a way to move a story forward, but how much am I loosing by not writing things down? If I could get the stories from my head onto paper would I be a better writer?
Earlier in the year I said I would give myself a year to get something published. The year is nearly up – and I am not sure one short story in a local newspaper counts. So what do I do now? Do I just let the stories in my head continue to entertain me – though the fact that they are sending me to sleep is possibly not a good sign(!), or do I thrown in the towel. Being realistic I probably need to admit to myself that throwing in the towel is not an option. I need to engage the creative side of my brain in order get through what at times can be the humdrum of daily life. As a child I enjoyed the fantasy of stories. As an adult, as the grey days of winter try and drag me under, I need an escape from reality too. If that is to the stories in my head, then so be it.