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While writing stories for anthologies, I have learned that I do not particularly care for writing 100-word stories. Nor do I care for reading them. Yet, these stories are the first on my journey toward building an indie profile. I am grateful to the publishers who have accepted my stories for inclusion to their publications, but, I am finding it more and more difficult to stay with one particular publisher due to calls-for-submissions not fitting what my heart wants to write.
When my eyes set upon written words, I want them to take my imagination to a different place, with different people, characters, even strange beings. I want to feel the heat of the sun on my skin through your no-fluff description of desert-life. I want to remember songbirds from my youth when you tell about rural living on a farm with the sounds of wild-life growling, howling, crowing and singing their “wake up” alerts. It takes a very good writer to keep me engaged, even some long-time best-selling authors fall short for my likes.
I wanted to take a break from my writing for a day or two, so I downloaded some free Kindle books. The first one I began to read fell short of engaging me into their story as soon as the second page. I removed it from my Kindle library. It wasn’t until the third book, from an established, but new-to-me author with fifteen or so publications, that the writing pulled me in to want to know what happens next?
This is a difficult profession, definitely an art. There are art classes for painters, there are writing classes for writers, but true art is not learned. The artist is born an artist.
“To be a true artist,
I have to be true to who I am now and write that way.”
– Brad Paisley