Yesterday,
After a gruesome semester and a horrible week filled with finals, I was meeting
up with some friends for some well deserved pizza & drinks.
Due to circumstances I had to wait for
more than half an hour at "het Leidseplein" in Amsterdam. I had been
there many times before (our favourite pizza restaurant is there as are all the
best places to go to concerts) but only passed through the square to wherever I
was going at the moment.
While I waited I saw this:
Street musicians.
I was there long enough to witness two
sets of bands. First two men who sang beautiful songs with just two guitars.
Then a whole band of guys with their instruments (see the pic).
People stopped. They stopped their busy lives and stood there listening to the music, watching the men perform. Some of them even sat down to enjoy the show. At the end of every song there was applause and CD"s were bought.
People stopped. They stopped their busy lives and stood there listening to the music, watching the men perform. Some of them even sat down to enjoy the show. At the end of every song there was applause and CD"s were bought.
And I couldn't help but wonder how they could be so brave and notice the similarities with writing--sending it to a publisher in particular.
You see writing is like learning how to
play an instrument. It takes time, it will most likely suck at the beginning
and only slightly resemble some of your favourite books.
Then, if you are serious about writing, after lots of practice, there comes a point where you must make a decision. Am I going to show this to people?
Then, if you are serious about writing, after lots of practice, there comes a point where you must make a decision. Am I going to show this to people?
And then comes the inevitable fear: Is it
good enough? Will anyone ever like this? Can I make it as a writer? What was I
thinking!?!?!?!?!
When the second band came on they seemed
nervous, unsure. They were awkwardly tuning or trying out their instrument,
looking no one in the eye and people got up and left. Until one of the musicians
of the first band urged them on.
It is the same fear. People could walk
away. You could be playing for no one. They could even laugh at you or make fun
of you.
Just like you might get a nasty rejection letter. Or someone you showed it to might ask if you're serious, you call this a novel?
Just like you might get a nasty rejection letter. Or someone you showed it to might ask if you're serious, you call this a novel?
But it was good. You could tell that they
were enjoying themselves so we stopped and listened.
It's the same with writing. Believe in
yourself, be passionate, have fun. Love your story and chances are others will
love it too. Just play that first note, get over your fear. Start
playing!
And as always:
Keep Writing!
Xx Noortje
Keep Writing!
Xx Noortje
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