I am grateful for…
- good ideas
- an abundance of good ideas
- time to write
2) Ever since I was a kid I have loved Tolkien.
Like really loved Tolkien. My father had his first editions that I have worn down to the spine. He has a 10 year anniversary edition that is absolutely stunning. So the family love of Tolkien runs deep.
Tolkien spent his entire life crafting a single story. That story is remarkable.
Growing up, I always wanted to write. I was, shall we say, dissuaded. I blame a number of things:
teachers, friends, family, idols
Really it was me. I dissuaded me. I led me to think I had a single story in me. One that was not nearly as good as Tolkien’s.
So I worked on it. I crafted the hell out of my story. I worked so long that I never wrote it. I never wrote anything. Part of it was the fear–the very real fear that if I emptied out that story, I would be hollow. There wouldn’t be another story.
I had a new idea the other day.
It wasn’t the second idea I’ve ever had. Or the third. I’ve had dozens of new ideas. The fear still lives in me: what if that is it? What if I never have a new idea again? What if instead of one it’s a limit of five or six or eight?
So I fight the fear with new ideas. I don’t believe in writer’s block.