For the past couple of days, I’ve been reading about writing. There was a time when I fancied being a full time author. I do not anymore. Nevertheless, I thought the prospect of having famous writers tell their tales of how they came into the profession and how they carved a living out of it was pretty interesting.
Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird gave an insight into the things budding writers need to keep in mind. A message that stood out to me was writing only about things that you know first. Many a times I have tried writing stories of varying genres. And almost all the time, I failed miserably. I think I understand why now. In most of these failed stories, I had a setting which I had never visited or had no idea of: 18th century London, Africa, the Amazon Rainforest, to name a few. Describing these places was extremely hard. Most of the times, it was lackluster and left too much to the imagination. The result was poor writing with almost no substance.
Stephen King’s On Writing is a semi-autobiography of sorts. The final chapter, which shares its title with the book, was half the book’s length and contained priceless advice on writing. King is deeply passionate about his work. And getting a glimpse into how he worked and how he came up with the ideas of some of his most seminal works was a treat to read. It might be the case that I’ll probably never become a serious author like I once thought I would, but my respect for the profession remains at the same level, if not higher. Being a author must be a surreal, amazing experience. It is one of the few professions on the planet where the people actually do what they love.