“Amateurs sit and wait for inspiration, the rest of us get up and go to work,” Stephen King.
“You don’t write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say,” F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Once upon a time I truly believed I was a writer. I was full of myself. Arrogance, egotism, opinion, and hyperbole filled the pages of my posts. I took an extended break and during this period went back to peruse many of my previous articles. During this review process, I experienced an epiphany. On further examination and commingled with some serious self-analysis my deduction became abundantly clear. I am nothing more than a wretched hack.
The jig is up. I put words to paper while questioning my own validity. How can I be so judgmental of others without judging myself first? Carl Jung articulated my feelings quite succinctly when he stated, “Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.” Mr. Jung was also quoted as stating, “Who looks outside dreams; who looks inside, awakes. My new mission is to open my eyes and awaken to the reality of my own faults and shortcomings. Regrettably, I have acted as an adjudicator of those who exhibited poor grammar, sentence structure, and spelling errors. I need to focus more on my own content and how it is presented rather than criticizing someone else.
I need to come clean and fess up. No, most likely I will never write a best-selling novel. I am mired in doubts about my grasp and knowledge of proper punctuation and word usage. Words, titles, catchy phrases, punctuation, sentences, paragraphs, and even the themes of my posts are being closely scrutinized by me. How dare I turn my nose up at other bloggers and authors? Where do I get the audacity to mock and ostracize those who write with a passion, but lack a skill set I am remiss in having?
Although I dictated thousands of letters in my professional life, my punctuation weaknesses were covered by a keen stenography staff. Yes, the good old stenographers acted as editors and vigorously cleaned up my jumbled messes. I wish I had these wonderful people at my fingertips today.
If you ever see or hear me chastising another author please give me a gentle nudge as a reminder that I am neither a Stephen King or an F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Written By: Dennis L. Page