Recently, I’d started cleaning up the storage unit downstairs. <bleep> Just how much “stuff” can one cram in such a small space? A lot, let me tell you! Twenty-years-plus of binders and bins abound (they actually seem to have morphed).
Most of it is writing done over the span of 30 years—manuscripts primarily, some scripts, outlines, and research materials. The intent [now a hazy memory]: keep them to appreciate the evolution. Looking back [while scanning first pages] my dream of being a successful, established author was just that: a dream. 😉
I got through maybe 1/5 of the stuff, my works of genius <LMAO> but what a great eye-opening exercise. Yes (thankfully and gratefully)! This writer, like fine red wine, had improved with time/age. I could see that my writing has developed by leaps and bounds . . . and I understood why publishers and agents never wanted to take me on during those early [formative] years.
When I first began, I was so sure my stories were solid/unique (as in a great read) and, subsequently, saleable. Surprise, surprise. They weren’t. Maybe the ideas were there, but the execution wasn’t; if it had been, the right approach (talent/skill) might have resulted in acceptance (a contract) instead of rejection (a heaping pile). Back then, I simply wasn’t honed enough. I hadn’t found my voice.
That’s what really makes a writer, doesn’t it? His/her voice. That distinct, gripping, fascinating voice that differs with every last one of us.
If you, as an aspiring writer, are ever feeling discouraged or uncertain whether to carry on (it can be daunting, to be sure, finding and executing ideas), carry on. Believe in yourself and your dream. If it’s in your heart to write, do it. And keep doing it. Learn from mistakes. That’s how we grow. That’s how we realize dreams. 😉