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An editor once asked me if I would like to write tie-in novels for the Wishbone series.
My agent once asked me if I would like to write sports novels.
I turned them both down.
From time to time I’ll read a brilliant novel, and think, “I want to write like that!” I covet my neighbor’s talent.
But then I realize that I have neither the personality nor the skill nor the fire for novel writing.
When I began going to storytelling festivals, I would listen to those brilliant storytellers, how they would make you laugh one minute, cry the next. And I would think, “I want to do that! I can do that!”
And then, reality check. Could I create, remember, deliver like they do? And if I could, would I enjoy the life of a professional storyteller? Always on the road?
The answer on all counts, no. At least not without more effort and sacrifice than I want to give.
So, though I am always looking for new outlets, new approaches, new challenges, I also keep in mind what I can do, what I am willing to do, and I am content with that.
I have my own corner of the garden, and I’m content with making it bloom.
Posted in April, 2008
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