Quote by J.K. Rowling
Being an English major, I’m constantly surrounded by those who think they will be the next greatest writer. They brag about how their writing is so wonderful, that this professor said he/she should publish it in a literary magazine, or worse, how a literary magazine published one of their stories. Every time I hear a snooty English major boast, I have to wonder exactly how good their writing actually is.
During my many hours spent on StumbleUpon, I have come across countless posts about blogging, writing, and getting work published. Some of them have credibility, others I believe were made by my fellow classmates in an attempt to appear credible. The more I see those websites, the more I think, “So many writers out there are successful. How am I ever going to write something that stands out?”
Case in point: My two best friends are both journalism majors, with the hopes of writing novels on the side. Both are working on novels when they have a chance to actually think of something besides school. I have read many of their stories for the Missourian, and they are fantastic. I have also read snippets of their fiction work, and I’m equally impressed.
And what about me? Nothing. No creative juices flowing since April.
Being surrounded by great writers can be intimidating. They technically aren’t even fiction writers. It’s their hobby. Me, I’m basing my life of being able to form words into sentences and creating interesting plots with those words. It’s really frustrating sometimes when I can’t come up with anything decent, and they are plugging away with great works that are already getting attention from faculty here.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m super happy for them. I love reading their blog posts and news articles. They really, truly are great writers, and I’m lucky to be able to say “I knew them when…” one day. Sometimes I wonder though if they will be saying that about me.
I’m not saying I want to become one of those hoity toity English majors I’m forced to spend my days with, but I’d like to write something meaningful one day. I’ll never be on the same level as Austen or Rowling (my two favorite authors if you haven’t caught on yet), but I’d like some acclaim, and not because my book is turned into a Lifetime movie.
One day, I’ll get over my writer’s block. I’ll pen (read: type) some great novel and a publishing company will be kind enough to print it. It will do relatively well, at least well enough so that I can be a stay at home mom. Until then, I will be staring at a blank Word document, praying for creativity.