Just write. That was my message at Bolton Primary today.
We chatted about a lot of other things. We created a weird story, discussed why it didn’t work, and we figured out what we actually need in a good story, but we kept coming back to that one idea: Just write.
And this much I know is true: There will be good days filled with all the right words dripping down luscious description. There will also be terrible days. There will be essays filled with overwrought prose, and poems filled with alliteration and way too much onomatopoeia. There will be broken pencils and misplaced commas. But, over time, and with lots of work, you will get better.
Even at 33, I still need to hear that myself.
Just write.