So I wasn't sure where would be an appropriate place to have a little crisis of faith, and then I remembered, hey I'm part of an actual forum with writers on it, I should post there.
I've been struggling with writing lately.
Actually, no, not just lately. I've always struggled, and I'm not just talking about my inability to string together a sentence without it containing a dozen typos. In theory, struggling is a good thing, because as we all know, "if you think writing is easy then you're doing it wrong". But it doesn't feel good right now.
I was looking at my folder full of 'snippets' today (little segments of blurbs, single sentences, or concepts that I haven't given enough substance to stand on their own -I don't usually write in notebooks, though I know I should). I was hoping it would fill me with some kind of creative energy. This doesn't usually work (inspiration, contrary to popular belief, does not spring up and hit you like a lasso of truth), but on occasion it sparks something. Not today.
So I went to town for an hour and wandered Waterstones, reading the blurbs of as many books as I could (this happens often, btw, I used to jokingly refer to visiting bookstores as partly Scoping Out the Competition). I was reminded of the rule that there really is no such thing as originality, but I didn't come out feeling anymore competent or self aware than when I went in.
I look at things like Dark Souls, or Game of Thrones, or Pratchett... hell even the friggin' Yogscast are coming out with choice tales using nothing but a vector based building game and shenanigans (not to mention enthusiastic fans, 90% of that fandom is flippin' headcanons). And it depresses me because... I don't know why.
When I was a kid, somebody managed to convince I was good at writing. Thus began may childhood of stories, crappy comic books, and even crappier fanfiction (mostly fanfiction, if I'm honest) ... My first completed 'book' sits in my cupboard. I had poems published in Children's Poetry Collections, and my own section on the Junior School website, which In retrospect was adorable. I was a writer.
Except these days, it doesn't feel like it. I'm not talking about TECHNICAL ability. I KNOW I have that. Imagination is a talent, and it no doubt separates the career authors from the people who just do really well at essays, but writing is a skill you develop. It might not necessarily make me a fiction writer. At twenty seven, this realisation is a bit of a bummer.
Primarily, my concerns right now are that I don't enjoy the process of creating my own worlds and characters. I mentioned fanfiction earlier, right? Well, that's pretty much all I ever did as a teenager.
The feeling has never gone away. If I think about writing a FANFIC right now? It feels me with the urge to write straight away. I'm feeling it right now, in fact. I just can't get that with original stuff.
It strikes me that perhaps the reason for this is not so much that fanfiction is "easier" than original fiction (although in many ways I believe it is; claims that fanfiction is lazy are not entirely unfounded). It's that I loved the series and characters I wrote fanfiction for more than I love the characters and people I come up with in my own head. Maybe that IS partly because coming up with your own stuff is harder, I don't know. I just know that the former feels like indulgence, exploring a world and characters I love, whereas the latter feels like a chore. I was never a big fan of the old self insert thing, either. I just loved the stories. Their stories.
But when it comes to creating my own, I stumble into a ditch. I do slightly better if I'm working with others, even if I find group writing difficult (Tamar seems to do o.k. in Floating Castle). I also do okay if I don't feel pressured to be original or go anywhere. And I guess that's because I don't function well creating a world on my own. All my previous novel attempts drifted. My world building is shoddy, my characters are bland, my concepts subpar. I DO tend to start liking my characters a bit if I force myself to keep going long enough, but usually I get distracted by fears of my own lack of skills and experience, so most don't even get that far.
I don't know if this is a sign of my not really being a writer or if this is just some kind of funk.
At some point came university. I chose art. I'm still not sure exactly why I did that when writing might have seemed the more instinctive and apt choice for me. I struggled through a Bachelors degree and a Masters, learning to draw and constantly fighting off depression. After my Masters was over, it was all job hunting and me being terrible at job hunting and eventually hitting a funk where I stopped trying to do anything.
And then came Watch the Footage.
The Wall Will Fall helped me in a lot of ways. It got me thinking about writing again. It turned casual observers into active participants. They had to teach us how to ARG, and they did so by luring us in. The next thing we knew we weren't just watching a story, we were PART of the story, and we friggin' loved it. When it ended we had each other, and a place to play and writing seemed fun again. I had more topics I was interested in and stuff I might enjoy writing about.
It was great... but in the end I couldn't capture the joy of TWWF with the traditional writing I was used to. I fell back into the funk, which consists of staring at scraps of ideas, feeling bad about my lack of depth and development, and then just... not doing anything. I eventually trail off into anger, self doubt and tearful frustration that nothing I have done is any good anyway.
And I still don't know if I'm a writer.
I'm... not sure how to fix this problem... um... any advice? I mean... have I just not learned enough or something? if that's all it is I can keep going but... I'm getting really tired here.
