I hear a LOT of people talking about writing.
"I’ve got a novel idea."
"I should get back to that novel I started a few years ago."
"I had that idea years ago" (upon watching a new movie release).
I also see a lot of people doing writing. In workshops, cafes, at 4 am, after everyone goes to sleep, at 1 am.
I see a different result with each group.
The first group (me for most of my life) talks about writing, thinks about getting back to the writing, walks out of a movie theater wishing to have written their earlier rendition when they first thought it up, and can talk and talk and talk about doing it.
The second group (me now) talks about the writing they’ve already done, the pages they’ve printed, the piece they’re working on now, or worked on yesterday. Other "doers" talk about signing with a new agent, selling film rights to their novel, and about writing even when they’re not sure anything they write is really all that good.
The chasm between the two is so doable. It just takes a butt in the chair, every day, doing. Then talking.
Allison Winn Scotch is talking about her book-to-film deal here. The Writer’s Group talks about talent versus "doing" here. And agent Nathan Bransford talks about selling the novel here.
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