As I alluded in Monday's post, I have a habit of quitting things - jobs, art programs, hobbies - before their true benefits have revealed themselves (or maybe just when their consequences are revealed). I always start things with excitement and a focused commitment. Inevitably, though, I become bored? Disillusioned? Disappointed?
After a very recent string of bad decisions and even worse luck (and because I'm big on introspection), I started wondering where and how my tendency to quit began. How did this fatal flaw develop? What is its origin? Could I recall the very first incident of my quitting habit, and therefore, figure out a way to stop myself from ever doing it again? These questions are the foundation for my story, The Truth About Fires
While the story has some autobiographical elements, it is a work of fiction. Since I am obeying that familiar advice to writers, I rely on my experiences to fuel my story ideas. So far, I haven't quit ;-)
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