Do you dream of writing a book? Have you written one? Did you go ahead and have it published?
I was reading a blogging friends blog called Pen Scratches, tonight. She said that she has gone a bit quiet on her blog, as in the past month, she has begun to write her book. Her book!
Where would you start? I have often dreamed about what it would be like to finish writing a book. How exciting. But where would I start?
Would I write a book about my life? No I don’t think so. Firstly it would be too embarrassing. Secondly it might upset too many people. Thirdly it would open a door to memories I have no wish to ever relive.
Would I write a crime novel? A romantic novel? A trilogy? A children’s story?
Sometimes I think I would like to write short stories, but would I really?
I enjoy dreaming about writing my book. I enjoy wondering what sort of book it might be. However as my thoughts continue they eventually come round to the fact that I blog. I would like to consider writing one day, but for now I blog. Many say it hones your writing skills and gives you an idea about what you like to write and what others like to read. However the longer I blog the more I think I will never write that book. If I am honest I think that blogging is an easy way of getting my writing hit, without me having to make any real commitment to actually writing something more substantial.
Before I blogged ignorance was bliss. I didn’t appreciate the art of writing. I had no idea how little I knew about it, (and I have done nothing to address that) and I never for a moment thought of all that goes into publishing, and marketing a book.
Now I am a bit more aware I find I have changed. Instead of an “I can do this” attitude to writing a book, or even articles, I am now a “maybe some day”, or an “I wish” kind of person. If for a moment I think “maybe I can?” I hear loud protestation inside my head. I hear, “you need to do a few courses first”, “What about a publisher? An editor? “You could never cope with marketing, you don’t even like your photo being taken”
When I began to blog I saw no obstacles. Now I see them everywhere. In time I might learn to accept them, deal with them and get over them. Maybe then I will write that book.
For now though I think I will continue to blog, and to dream. Yet I can’t help but wonder… Has blogging killed my dream?