Today’s post is the beginning of a new series for my Wednesday’s Writer Spider Street Fighter blog. I wanted to call it Confessions, but decided that might be misleading and that my blog might end up on numerous porn sites. But hey, if it sells books…
Right?
Then I thought that perhaps individuals who frequent such sites—for some reason other than research—might not read. Not that porn regulars don’t read, but everyone knows it takes two hands to hold a book or eReader.
I decided to call it—well look at the top of the blog.
During this series I will offer confessions famous authors make public and then add one or two of my own. And I’d love it if you also added yours. (To be clear, confessions in regards to your writing habits.)
A Confession Is?
I have to confess, I’m not sure what a confession is. Do we need a priest?
Here is the definition from Webster that most fits what I am trying to do:
An acknowledgment or declaration, especially of one’s faults, misdeeds, or crimes
My Confession
The summer before the fifth grade, I was dragged by a cow. ( I know: How in the Hell? Whole other story.) My jaw was broken in three places, so I started a new school year—and new school—with my jaw wired shut. The small town was clicky, especially my peers. I was an outcast. The teacher assigned us to write a story. I couldn’t spell worth a darn and knew nothing about punctuation, but I stood up when the teacher asked for volunteers and read my story about my dog being run over and coming back to life. Kids came up during lunch and told me they liked my story.
I was hooked.
In the eighth grade, my English teacher, Mrs. Stephens, recorded my short story and played it for her other classes.
Senior honors English, Mr. Duff called me, The Writer.
How Stephen King’s Confession Helped
My method of attack has always been to plunge in and go as fast as I can, keeping the edge of my narrative blade sharp as possible by constant use and trying to out run the novelist’s most insidious enemy, which is doubt. Looking back prompts too many questions: How believable are my characters? How interesting is my story? How good is this really? Will anyone care? Do I care myself? When my first draft of a novel is done, I put it away, warts and all, to mellow. Some period of time later—six months, a year, two years, it doesn’t really matter—I can come back to it with a cooler (but still loving) eye, and begin the task of revising.
Whenever self doubt creeps its way into my thoughts, I reach for King’s confession, read it, and then I write as long and as hard as I possibly can. My self-doubt is put on notice and buried in the deepest, darkest catacombs of my brain.
Side Note on King’s Dark Tower
http://gregoryhilldesign.photoshelter.com/gallery/The-Dark-Tower/G0000a_ADBTny578/C0000K0HxvBNelsQ
Photo credits for today’s blog:
Top image: Flickr Creative Commons by Eddy Van 3000
Skeleton Confession: Pixabay by Nemo
Girl: Flickr Creative Commons by free parking
The Gunslinger: found on several blog posts http://momentumbooks.com.au/blog/ten-reasons-the-dark-tower-adaptation-will-probably-never-happen/
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2 replies on “Confessions Of A Science Fiction Writer. Confession # 1: Stephen King and I”
Stephen King’s confession reminds me of the self doubt I had starting my new job. Now I am not a write, but after stepping into my new management position I had loads of self doubt and I kept looking back at everything I was doing and saying, “was that good enough, did I do the write thing, will I be able to do this?” I have sense learned those questions dont matter, you have to keep looking forward, keep honing yourself. The things you do well will come back in rewards and praise, the things you don’t do well will come back in the forms of lessons.
That’s my confession. Thank you for the inspiring blog.
“If you did your best, what more is there to be done?”
Gosh, I love that quote. Is it yours?
And your confession is so insightful. I am glad I have it here on my blog to immortalize.
King’s confession got me through many bouts of self-doubt, and I am very appreciated I found his words.
And now yours.