So the school recently hooked us up with an author, Michael Pryor, in order to get us lazy students to write a 2000-word story each. It wasn’t until a few days ago that I realized that I hadn’t actually even started writing my story yet and then, I spent Saturday, Sunday and Monday panicking about what to write about and attempting to write a story. It’s only now that I finally understand how difficult it is to write. Anyway. Here’s a short recount of my experiences.
Firstly – the ideas. HOW DO WRITERS EVEN GET IDEAS. SERIOUSLY. I sat at my computer for an hour on Saturday, staring at a blank page and trying to write something, anything. Eventually, I threw in the towel, slapped down “It was cold” (to be fair, it was pretty cold) and worked from there. Then, I came up with an idea about a girl who wakes up in a coffin, not knowing anything except for her name. And that’s where that ended.
Then, I tried to write a memoir style story, in which I discovered my life is way too boring to make for any sort of entertaining reading whatsoever.
Eventually, I gave up, went on the subreddit for writing, and wrote 800 words or so about hitch hiker who kills her drivers being picked up by a person who kills the people he picks up. It was confusing.
FINALLY, I took a break, read a book, came back, and wrote 2000 words on a girl who comes to terms about her mother being killed by some nameless killer. Yeah. Not good.
Secondly, the writing. Here’s an open letter to the people at Google.
Dear the people at Google,
Can you please make some sort of invention that takes your thoughts and words them into acceptable English?
HOW DO WRITERS EVEN WRITE SO BEAUTIFULLY, IT SEEMS LIKE VERY SINGLE TIME I SIT DOWN AND TRY TO WRITE A STORY AND PUT IT INTO SOME FORM OF GRAMMATICALLY CORRECT ENGLISH, I FAIL. And then, I go on Wattpad and read people’s stories and re-read my story, feeling as if it could have been written by a 5-year-old.
Thirdly, be sure that being a writer must be lonely. I spend three days locked up in my room with minimal contact with other people, mostly for the purpose of essential things that you need to live like food and water. Apart from that, it was either tap tap tapping or silence as I sit and inwardly die about how difficult writing is.
All in all, it was a good experience. I guess? I’m sure that authors must be very talented and reclusive people in order to be able to live such a difficult life. Have any of you ever tried to follow the writer’s life? What were your experiences?
Oh, and if you want to read what I came up with, here’s a Wattpad link. I would love it if you could provide some sort of feedback either in the Wattpad comments or just in the comments below! We are meant to be gathering feedback, after all, so thanks very much if you do that! Please be honest, don’t just say it was really good because you want me to aggressively tackle hug you. THANKS!