I want to be a good writer. I know I’m a decent writer as is, but I don’t want to be decent. I want to be good.
Sometimes I’m quite happy with what I produce, but other times I find myself despairing. This happens particularly when I read posts or books or poems by people who are much better writers than I am. I know I shouldn’t compare, but I do it anyway. It’s hard not to. It’s too easy to forget that many of these writers have been at it for considerably longer than I have.
The one thing I should remember when making these comparisons is that writing is a craft. Becoming a good writer may for a few rare individuals be about just starting to write one day and turning out excellent material. For the rest of us, it’s about working hard at it, for hours that turn into days that turn into months and years. I’ll have to spend decades writing, all the while tolerating my mediocrity.
And then, maybe one day after all that practice and never giving up, I’ll find that I write pretty well. I hope so anyway. Perseveration is the key.