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Let Nancy Do It, She’s a Great Writer
By Nancy Lindquist | April 9, 2007
That usually proceeds someone asking me to write sentiments on something, in something, or by something. I’m flattered, I really am. I like my gift of gab. It’s one of my talents and I don’t have a lot, so I hold that one pretty close. Except, I’m no Shakespeare.
One of the things people don’t get, about writers, is that we’re not great with words all the time. Okay, there are writers out there who are, but I’m not. I struggle, fight, claw, chew and spit my way out of writers block, crap-ass writing and in general stuff Hallmark would snort, laugh and dismiss with their noses held closed. I’m not anywhere near perfect with words.
What I am in stubborn. I want to do it so badly, I work at it, until I have something with less suckiness, than I did before. It’s not talent, it’s a stubborn streak.
“Oh, isn’t that cute, she’s being modest.”
Um, no. I’m not a great writer. I’m funny and readable. That’s it. There are contemporaries out there who blow me to bits. That’s fine. I’m working on getting better and at the same time, accept that I will never be great. I don’t need to be great. I need to be good and entertaining. That’s enough for me. If I waited till something I wrote was great, I’d be waiting a long time.
Oh, don’t get me wrong. There are days I chuckle wildly about a concept. The first chapter in my upcoming release, “Lady Lillian’s Guide to Amazing Sex” is downright diabolical and the product of my imagination. I actually saw that scene in my head as I wrote it. I’m not visual, so that’s a big deal.
Most of the time, I’m writing stuff that I’m proud to put my name on. That’s enough for me. It might not have been enough for Shakespeare, but I ain’t no bard.
