by syaffolee

Think You Have a Book in You? Think Again. Instead of making me mad, this New York Times column made me laugh. The fellow who wrote this is bitter and defensive. Perhaps he is trying to save his own livelihood. Perhaps he read too much tripe by student writers. What he doesn’t understand is that writing well comes with practice. If 81% of Americans want to write a book, fine, let them. It’s not as if they’re going to force their creative effort down his throat.

I find that most people do have a book in them, even if they don’t have the time or energy to write everything down. When people find out that I write in my spare time, their faces light up and they begin telling me their ideas. Usually it’ll be some historical romantic epic that stirs no interest me, but far from telling them to keep their ideas to themselves like the above author, I always find myself thinking that they should write their own novel.

What’s puzzling is why people don’t write more. I love writing. Am I deranged and abnormal for liking it so much? I try writing every day, be it via typing or longhand. Sure, nothing is published, but I have scores of fragments, poems, short stories, novellas, and even two novels for the effort. Is it really that painful to write?

I will probably blab more about this tomorrow. Meanwhile, for those of you who were around last November, yes, I am in the stages of planning another novel-length draft. If you are curious, crazy, brave, and/or masochistic, I have the novel draft from last November up at Writing Sya. Yeah, I was too lazy to take it down in December.