I do not want writing, especially my personal and creative writing, to be a chore.
I want to write because I want to and desire to and have the enthusiasm for it but not to write because I know I have to. Because then writing becomes a chore and everyone I believe at one point or another in their lifetime has surely hated chores (I know do, until now :P). It becomes work and I am doing a lot of that already at the Desk on almost a daily basis, thank you.
I envy those who can write anytime or anywhere, who have the ability to mentally shut off all things and people around them and just write.
J.K. Rowling wrote parts of the first book of what would soon be the phenomenal Harry Potter series in a coffee shop. J.R.R. Tolkien wrote about elves, dwarves, men, and orcs, and their stories in the midst of war serving as a soldier during World War I. L. Ron Hubbard was under financial stress and pressure when churned out story after story early in his writing career. Locally, Dean Alfar finds time to write down spec-fic while juggling his many roles as a businessman, boss, franchisee, and editor while bi-focal problems have not stopped the irrepressible Charles Tan from writing his daily spec-fic blog. Sir Butch Dalisay still make sense in his regular column pieces and comes up with creatively-driven commercial writing despite the apparent distractions of techno-gadgets, old typewriters, eBay, travels every now and then, a continued stint as a professor in Peyups, and, oh yes, his now famous collection of fountain pens.
I still have a long way to go to be able to do what they do and what they can do. But I know I am not getting any younger. I need to start doing that now.
Looking back on the course of my 30 odd years, I honestly think my creativity strikes right after the midnight bell tolls. Just when the aswangs and the multos have supposedly began their hauntings, that is when I believe I am at my most creative. In my younger years, I was creative -- churning out personally-published comics (drawn on bond paper, inked using a Pilot black ballpen), wrote songs, came up with love letters fit for an episode of "Young Love, Sweet Love" or MMK, developed fantasy lands for envisioned SF&F books and games.
These creative pursuits were stilled in college with a need to devote more time to studies, term papers, girls, and the rock band. The time for creatives eventually went from stilled to nil when I entered the workforce as a bright-eyed, still wet-in-the-ears new graduate.
But then I entered marketing and creativity took a bit of a new meaning for me and I found out I was rather good with that type of creativity.
I, however, still yearn for that old creativity -- the one that did not come with a 15-30 pay check or the 9-6 work hours.
I always yarn and yak in this blog about finding the time to write but I think, after getting hit in the eye a gazillion times by all those articles I have read on the subject, it is actually not finding the time that matters really but managing the time to write.
And I am guilty of using up time (and many instances, wasting it as well) better used for developing and honing my craft. Rather than double-clicking the Burger Rush game icon or happily scrolling away looking at how my Facebook friends are doing, I could have been writing down 500 words or so. I think the word discipline also comes into mind when you talk about managing the time to write.
Distractions too play a role. I think it was Jay Lake who mentioned never having had watched TV for quite some time now and not having pressed a gaming button for eons and those simple yet earth-changing decisions have merited him success in the spec-fic scene. While I have yet to let go of TV and video games, I will need to draw the line somewhere if I am ever to finish that book someday.
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Speaking of books, I have just finished James A. Owen's Here There Be Dragons, the first book in his The Chronicles of the Imaginarium Geographica series. I have to say I have loved it! This makes Mr. Owen probably the third YA writer I like after the enduring Brian Jacques whose Redwall series never failed to charm and Mr. Rockstar himself, Neil Gaiman, for his magnificent work, The Graveyard Book (a book I hope my daughters will one day read as well -- when they are able).
I have piled up on books actually in preparation for the Christmas break, which with four days of mandatory leaves and a looming paternity leave will mean a two-week vacation for me starting on 21st.
Yes, I still have many left-over books on the to-be-read pile but just to be on the safe side, I have piled on a few more books including an anthology featuring retellings of Jules Vernes' stories and two prequel Dune books. I will be hitting the bookstores soon enough so before the year is out I will surely be piling more and more books on that to-read list.
Dang, I just remembered I needed a bookcase!



