Just Write the Story: On the Anxiety of Creation
Posted by derekberry
Often, I will begin writing a short story or a poem with a burst of inspired gusto, believing the idea that I’m transcribing to paper to be not only significant but transcendent. The writing comes easy, the sentences clean and pretty.
But when I return days later to continue the work, I grow sick with worry. No longer do the sentences appear organized. I have stacked them atop one another in a sloppy hysteria. I am confronted with what might be a bad story, a waste of time. I am suddenly paralyzed, unable to continue writing in fear that what I produce might be an embarrassment. Finally, everyone will know I’ve been a fraud all along, a stupid scribbler who got lucky once or twice with choice words. Or maybe before there lived some muse in my head who telegrammed better ideas from some far off place. The magic place where good ideas come from. But now I am left alone with my limp, insipid creativity. A dull pencil, my brain. Incapable of writing anything worthy of reading.
But then comes sense, clear as plastic packaging that clogs the Pacific Ocean.
Write the story. Just write the damn story.
Better to have written something terrible, a soup of bland words, than have written nothing at all. Better to construct some ugly statue that may be chiseled fine later on than give up on the marble block entirely. Get over yourself, Derek. You’re not writing for Heaven. You’re writing for Earth. Just finish the story.
About derekberryDerek Berry is a novelist, poet, and student located in Charleston, SC.
Posted on January 5, 2016, in author, personal, Writing, writing advice and tagged anxiety, books, Derek Berry, fiction, finish the story, poem, poetry, reading, short story, story, word salad, writer, writing, young writer. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.