Samuel R. Delaney, in his book About Writing, says “Writers are people who write.”* My heart sinks immediately whenever I read that old truism, thinking of the short story that’s been stalled in my fiction folder for three weeks now, thinking how little fiction I’ve written at all.
I forget that I write every day, stupid. (Stupid is me.) I write articles for magazines and newspapers, I write blog posts, I write in my journal for myself. For some reason, if it’s not a made-up story about dragons, I seem to discount it. Why is that?
*I found this on today’s post from Neil Gaiman.
This is not my dopey dragon.