Who, What, Where, When and Why - But Mostly Why

I recently read that the difference between good at something and being really good at the same thing is nothing more than a matter of time. Ten thousand hours of time, specifically.

10,000 hours.

That's 10 years of effort, at 20 hours a week. Five years if you're putting in effort equivalent to a full time job - 40 hours a week.

Now I've wanted to be a writer since I was very young. Specifically, I wanted to write fiction. As life went on, however, and I grew up, I fell into a different area of writing. I found out I have a real talent for non-fiction writing. I'm good at writing articles, writing product descriptions, writing essays. Make it real life, soemthing that I can look at and describe with words, and I am in my element.

It's very satisfying to work as a writer, and I'm grateful that I can make money doing this. But I can't seem to just pack away those childhood dreams of writing stories and books. Over the years I've played around with fiction, writing this and that. The occasional short story, a few pages or chapters of something larger - even a book once, with the help of NaNoWriMo and a great online support group I hooked up with.

"Real life" however, has always intruded, and I let my fiction writing go, distracted by the demands of children, writing jobs that paid actual money, and if nothing else, shiny, pretty hobbies that were temporarily more entertaining than the hard and sometimes frustrating work of planting your rear in a chair and coming up with something, anything, no matter how stupid, just get it down on paper so it can be revised later!

I want to write fiction. I'm never going to do that unless I commit myself to it. This blog is my commitment, a public statement of intention. I'm going to put in 10,000 hours of writing. I'm going to start getting the ideas and characters living in my head out onto paper, so they can make room for my characters and ideas. I am going to submit. I am going to be published.

I can do this, I know I can. I've got the talent. I just need to apply myself. Butt, meet chair. Whoops! Tricked you, Butt. That was superglue you just sat in. We're going to be here for a while.