I am a writer. There are some days when all I can think about is writing. This sounds like a good thing, though some days it can be a burden. I get caught up in the all the definitions and opinions of what a writer is or should be. Instead of spending time writing, I spend my time deciding what to write, planning to write, or worrying about the reading audience, and at the end of the day I haven’t written one word.
I have many ideas for books. And as of today, they are still ideas. I have started many and finished none. That is a burden some days too. But that’s OK. I’m going to stop worrying about writing that next bestseller that has me flying all over the world for book tours. That’s not why I should write.
I love short stories, blogs and articles. That’s what I read the most. I also enjoy reading non-fiction, and rarely read a fiction book anymore. My inner voice is telling me that I should write short stories and blogs. I know that short stories aren’t exactly vogue these days, but it is what I enjoy. And it makes sense for me. I have a short attention span. Long books have to hold my attention through every page or I get bored. The same is true for movies. Sometimes when I’m trying to write, I worry that my ideas do not have a enough substance for a full length novel. Maybe they do or don’t, but they would make great short stories. I think I could even write fiction if I could keep it short.
Am I settling or copping out? Not at all. I am following my inner voice. Writing short stories, blogs, and hopefully articles will allow me to write about those things that are most important to me. My blog is about to take on a whole new look and feel. To keep things clean, I may even create another blog just for all my rants on society and religion.
And just to keep things exciting — short stories of erotic gay fiction. I see that in my crystal ball too.