This is a monthly blog post of the Insecure Writer's Support Group.
Every writer knows the feeling - you pour your heart and soul into a book, put it out to the world and fear it won't be liked, it will be troll-reviewed, or worst yet - that no one will ever read it.
And so we, the writers, gather together around IWSG campfire to share experiences, and to help each other believe that those endless hours of work are worth it. Because after all, we know Ernest Hemingway was right when he said:
"There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed."
When I think of the question of the month, I don't think I ever said I would quit writing. Now I did write stories even before I could write. Really. I was three when I told a story in the form of a cartoon. A little horse had to leave its family never to return again. I remember drawing it, actually, using crayons. What I don't remember is that according to my mother I cried buckets because the story was so sad. Maybe I had some recollection of a previous life, you never know...
What I did do was to quit many of the stories I wrote. The reason was very simple - I had great passion for writing but I had no voice of my own. I read a book and then rushed to write something similar very much in the style of story I had just read. In my mind's eye I saw myself as a successful writer, my books as bestsellers. I planned some of my stories but mostly I was a pantser.
There were pauses in my writing, but never quitting. And when I looked at what I had written previously, I noticed I had no more passion for those unfinished stories. When I was growing up I noticed the childishness of style. When I was a young adult I think I tried too hard to make an impression to an imaginative editor. I wasn't writing for myself but for that editor whom I did not even know. And that easily killed the passion for the story.
Then life happened. Several deaths in a family - one family member committed suicide and three lost battles with cancer, the last one being my father. I wanted to write so badly, but had no energy left. Also I had a full time job and then for five years studied Egyptology at the University of Manchester at the same time. I simply had no time. I had to "quit" writing, but not because I did not want to write.
Then, when my father died, a miracle happened. Suddenly I had all the energy in the world. I was writing my extended essay for the Diploma in Egyptology (about Middle Kingdom fortresses on the Egyptian - Nubian border) at the time, and yet I wrote my first published novel of over 500 pages at the same time in a matter of few months.
Nephilim Quest 1: Shadowhunter saw the light of day in 2016. After that I wrote its sequel, and prequel and am now writing (or researching for) the third in the series. I've written and illustrated two children's books about Egyptology (the second one comes out this fall). My publisher asked for a third book, so I wrote that and am now illustrating it too.
Thankfully I love calendars and am good at planning my writing projects. And when it comes to quitting - well, right I would not have time to quit writing even if I wanted LOL :D
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