Hello lovely writers! Today’s post includes fanart, a poorly-drawn graph, and some rambling about learning to be a writer. Hope you enjoy!
Long before I was a writer, I was an artist. (Not necessarily a good one lol.) I’ve been making things since I was a really little kid. I’ve been drawing horses and dogs for as long as I can remember, and I’ve taken art classes since I was in middle school. I’ve always enjoyed the feeling of accomplishment when I finish something I’m proud of. I’ve always enjoyed art for the escape it provides: when I’m working on a piece of art, the rest of the world is entirely gone.
I’ll sometimes still get out the ol’ pencil box and do some fanart or whatever. (Some examples below because why not?)
And just recently, I picked up the guitar! My brother has had a guitar just sitting in his closet for the past few years, and I earlier this summer, I had the sudden idea to ask to borrow it. So for the past several weeks, I’ve been teaching myself guitar! (This is why I love the internet, guys: YouTube tutorials, online tuners, free guitar chords, and pretty much anything else you need.) And it’s been so much fun. I love the learning curve that exists for when I first learn something new. It seems like every day I practice, I learn something new. I’m constantly making big strides; I’m growing exponentially.
For example, the first day of playing guitar I could barely play a few chords. On the third day, I could play a simple song really slowly. By day 5, my fingerstips no longer felt like I was slicing them open. Within just a few weeks, I’ve learned how to use a capo, I can play chords in quick succession, and I’m able to pick up new chords really quickly. I’m starting to learn strumming patterns and put everything together to play songs at regular tempo.
I fondly remember my early days of writing, when I’d just started out. Every chapter I completed was uncharted territory; every blog post I read taught me something new. I was like a sponge as I discovered found craft books and online blogs. And then about halfway through my first novel, I found the website Critique Circle. I used to get so excited when my chapters would come up for critique, because I was always learning. New terms, new ideas, new things to think about. Characters, tension, showing vs telling, passive vs active voice, dialogue, setting. So much to learn about. Writing was so exciting. It was new and special and a bit scary. It was also so exciting, because it was so easy to find resources that broadened my knowledge.
Sometimes, now, I find it difficult to be in love with writing. I’ve grown so much as a writer. I know so much more; I have a lot more experience; I know what I’m doing. Not that I’m an expert or anything LOL – obviously I’m always learning and honing my craft. I’m just… not a beginner anymore. And because I’m no longer a beginner, I’m not learning new things about writing at the same rate as I was when I first started writing. For reference, I’ve made this nifty graph:
If you’re thinking that it looks like I made this graph if MS Paint, then you’re correct. 🙂
I’m at the point in my writing journey where the speed at which I’m learning has started to level off a bit. So it’s easier to get discouraged, because I don’t see my skill improving at the same rate it used to be.
That’s why it was so refreshing for me to start learning guitar. I’m still in the “beginner” phases, where I’m learning so quickly that it’s exciting and enticing.
So here’s a question for all you experienced writers: how do you keep perusing your dreams and your art when the learning gets slow?
I actually do want your answers (leave a comment below!) but I’d also like to add my own answer. I do it by reminding myself how far I’ve come. I don’t take for granted the things I’ve learned. And I remind myself why I learned them. I didn’t just learn about writing so I could keep all that knowledge in my head. I learned about writing so I could be a better writer.
And I’m in love with writing. Not with being a writer, or knowing about writing, or being a published author, or anything else. With the actual writing. With taking an idea and making it come alive. With editing a mess of a story into a coherent book. With making magic happen with words and fingertips on keys. That’s what I love. The knowledge is just a tool to help me do that better. So who cares about learning curves? Let’s go write stories.