Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to just sit and write. If you had all the time in the world and if you didn't have to waste time at a shitty job to pay the bills, if you had the luxury to sit and take your time and write, would you actually do it?
Or is it just one of those things that we say we want to do but don't have time to, and when we have the time, even just a bit of it, we let it pass by I don't know, playing games on Facebook? Is it one of those things for me, that's what I wonder. Since I can't really talk for the rest of humankind. The part that think about writing, that is.
I recently read somewhere that that's how To Kill A Mocking Bird was written. If a friend of her hadn't stepped up and gave Harper Lee a year's worth of salary and told her to quit her job and write whatever she wants, if that didn't happen, To Kill A Mockingbird wouldn't either.
Which I shamefully admit, I still haven't read.
But anyway, that's not the point. The point is, I like real life stories like this.
It gives me hope, if I need to be really corny about it. Not about the chances of someone giving me a load of money and telling me to write whatever I want. But knowing that most great writers have struggled with the same daily shit all of us do. And they somehow managed to shine through. Not that I'm comparing myself to them, since I haven't really written anything and don't have a ginormous ego that won't let me take that fact into consideration.
But, why do I think I can't do it? You know? Why the hell not?
That's what I keep finding myself thinking about lately.
