My mom is an oil painter. For Christmas this year she gave me this:
The photo doesn't really do it justice, (the colors are much more vibrant), but it might give you an idea of why it's so embarrassing that I can't even draw stick figures. She's a real artist.
Today, she had an art day with my four-year-old daughter. This is what my daughter painted:
What I love about this painting (and what my mom always says about my daughter's art) is that it's so expressive. The extra colors and lines, and the crooked smiley face and tilted eyebrows just make me happy. I think I'm going to frame it.
I like looking at these paintings side by side, because they remind me that we all start as beginners. I've only been writing for two and a half years. I'm still learning, trying out new techniques, and practicing hard in hopes that someday I can become a REAL writer. I think sometimes I forget that writing, like any creative pursuit, takes time to master. I'll read something amazing and wonder if I will ever be that good, but I'll forget that most amazing books aren't the author's first attempt at writing.
I've read on agent and editor blogs that more people are writing books and trying get published than ever before. I think this is good. Some of those people are bound to write wonderful things that I will love in years to come. And some will give up, because they'll learn that writing is hard, and writing well is REALLY hard.
I don't want to be one of the ones who give up.
The other thing I gleaned from looking at these paintings side by side is that even though my daughter is a beginner, her picture is still fun to look at. I hope people feel the same about my writing. Just because we're beginners, doesn't mean our stuff isn't worth reading, right?
Are you just beginning your writing journey? Or have you been on this road a long time?