Please Stop Writing
In an article from The Weekend Australian, Jenny Sinclair suggests that all writing course workshops should be outlawed. That the only people who should write are those that must write.
And then I got cancer. Death threatened, if merely statistically. Suddenly I left the dishes undone, let the washing pile up, declined social invitations, turned my back on my husband in the evenings, ran to the computer to write the second my child was asleep. I completed scenes as I waited for chemotherapy, scribbled plot outlines in the radiotherapist’s waiting room, wrote dialogue on the tram, jotted down two-word ideas in a notebook while my car idled at the traffic lights. I wasn’t sure where it was taking me, but in the fourth month, on a holiday to give me relief from the relentless treatments, I had an epiphany: it didn’t matter to me if I was any good as long as I wrote. The realisation was like a starburst in the dark of a hot, sleepless night in Thailand, and it hasn’t left me since.
But you should read the whole article. It isn’t long and it contains nothing but solid good sense. I was drawn to this piece by a blog post on Sharon Bakar’s Bibliobubuli.