Chuck Wendig Yelled At Me


Today, badass author, Chuck Wendig, went on a bit of a rant on Twitter (Read about it on his blog, which you should be reading on the reg anyway). His target? Lazy writers, like myself, who make excuses as to why they’re not getting their writing done.

And it cut me. It cut me deep, but in a good way. It was a bit of a truth knife, as if someone stabbed me and for some odd reason the stabbing was both merited and beneficial. Okay, that’s a bit weird. Sorry. Bad analogy. I’m not sure if stabbings are ever a good thing, whereas Chuck’s advice today (and most other days) is solid and super healthful. It just sucks to have to hear the words. Bad tasting medicine.

The medicine worked. Wendig’s words inspired me. I can’t be a writer if I don’t put some goddamned words on the page.

Tonight, my loving wife, after having constructed a delicious St. Patty’s Day meal (Shepherd’s pie, soda bread, and roasted cabbage) offered to do the dishes so that I could write. I was able to crank out 1,000 words for one of the stories in which I’m currently entrenched. It took me about two hours, so the rate of typing wasn’t that great, but that’s 1,000 words I didn’t have and probably wouldn’t have had today were it not for Wendig’s rant. I really want this to work, and I’m beginning to realize more and more each day that I need to generate content, constantly. This ensures my content will improve (hopefully).

So whatever your art or craft may be, get after it, because if you don’t, someone else will.



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