Tuesday, October 26, 2010, Rise Again is available at your bricks-and-mortar bookstore, online at Amazon and Barnes & Noble, among many more. I'm a happy writer guy.
But what can I do to honor my tiny handful of readers here? You're mostly writers, I know that much. So here's your special, free gift just for showing up.
I'm giving you permission to write.
Look, if some gormless polyp like me can write a novel, so can you. Or a short story, a screenplay, or a 100,000 word autobiography. Why don't most people who want to write, sit down and write? Because writing is what writers do. They're not writers, people think. They're not worthy.
But I'm a writer, dammit. So I'm qualified to say this: you're qualified to write.
Sit down and write. Go do it. Shove some lovely words into a document that more or less correspond to what you want to say. Then take out all the words except the ones that say it. There! You wrote something. And rewrote it. Keep doing that until it's all done. Then show what you wrote to people. Why? Because if nobody ever reads it, you never wrote it.
There's only one rule: don't caveat what you wrote when you hand it out. Don't say, "this blows donkey dicks, I know you're going to hate it." Instead, keep working on it until you know your readers won't hate it. Or -- this is what I do -- find some exceptionally tolerant readers to start out with. Either way.
Go ahead and print the below out and pin it up where you write, and when you get a case of the donkey dicks, remember you have official permission to write. Then keep on writing.
Granted this 26th Day of October, in the year Two Thousand Ten: permission for the bearer to write an unlimited amount of prose, poetry, playscript, or other material. Must use language of some kind. The resulting work may not be apologized for in advance before it is shown to readers.
Signed on even date by Benjamin W. Tripp, writer guy
3 weeks ago