none of this is to say all this writing business is to go anywhere at all. there are thousands of writers better than me, and thousands of people more inventive than me. but just supposing i did want to try and make even a small something out of it the idea of learing a new craft is damn scary. i’ve spent upwards of seven years playing guitar, racking up endless hours (though even now i’m only slightly skilled and I regret that I have not put in even more hours. i know now that there are peers among me that have surpassed my abilities to the point that I could hardly hope to make up the lost ground) and to think that i’m entertaining the idea of yet another artistic persuit that requires just as much commitment, in hours, in mental energy, in emotional energy, if not even MORESO than my guitar playing is goddamned terrifying. and in writing there is even more to loose than in composing music, at least from the mind of the creator. fiction is always autobiographical. 100%. without exception. whether or not the events ever happened or the characters ever existed every idea, every theme, every neurocies that exists in your work, first existed in yourself and you are letting those little pieces of yourself out for god and everybody (and all the girls!) to see. just the same as it is with songwriting and hell its taken me those 7 years to play just 3 songs to about 15 people. fucking hell.
