Some Quotes for the Struggling Writer (300th Post!)

Guys, guys guys – this is my 300th post. How crazy is that? I know that may not seem like a big number, but it’s a milestone for me. There are other bloggers with posts in the 1000s, and maybe one day I’ll get there, but for right now, I’d like to share some quotes for the struggling writer:

“If you can dream it, you can do it.” – Walt Disney

Ah, Mr. Disney, the cornerstone of an storytelling empire. He was right. If you have a dream, be it writing a novel or being the lead in a movie or being president – you CAN do it. Sure, it might be hard, overwhelming, and packed with opposition. But, you can do it.  

“You can make anything by writing.” – C. S. Lewis

As a fantasy writer, I can make anything I want. I can bend the laws of nature, make new ones, create entire races and planets and underground worlds and in-between worlds. I can dictate the laws of magic, of man, of beast. Anything I can dream, I can create through words. It’s why I love fantasy – the possibilities are literally endless. I can go anywhere, be anyone, and do anything. In writing, my limitations are nonexistent. My words can create, and they will.

“Either write something worth reading, or do something worth writing.” – Ben Franklin

If you’re struggling to write something, go do something. Get experience to write about. Or, in this day and age, go read about something and clear you mind and find inspiration. Watch the History Channel (it’s packed with stories!) or the Travel Channel.  When you’re low on inspiration, you can find some elsewhere.

“There is nothing to writing. All you do it sit at a typewriter and bleed.” – Ernest Hemingway

I like this quote; it implies that a writer pours herself into every word. The emotions of the characters are my own; their fear, their anger, their joy. It’s an extension of my own. The way I describe the world and what I choose to describe, bits and pieces of my soul that I string together to form a world.

I thought I poured myself into Devil’s Blood, but as I grew as a writer, I learned that I poured only a little bit. I added more of myself to each work, each project, each character, until I can lose myself in it and bleed onto the keys, into the words, into the story.

I’m talking metaphorical bleeding, not actual bleeding. I’m the type that faints at the sight of blood.