About Overly Large Biceps

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Oh, writing’s hard. One thing, you have to face your weaknesses all the time. I suppose you do in life’s other endeavors, but in writing, big time.

I have, for instance, a strangely poor memory. Perhaps it’s better to call it a specific memory. I can remember words and birthdays and lines of dialogue from movies and books like a steel trap door—on the other hand, I have a hard time remembering big events. Or the plots to my own books.

That last one is sort of a problem for a writer. It can be terrifying. When someone messages me about a character or a scene from a novel and I can’t remember, it makes me feel like a fraud. I should know everything. Those are my creations.

So, I do memory exercises and try not to stretch my projects too thin. I tend to work on multiple manuscripts at once so that has a little to do with my muddled brain. I’m sure. Time to streamline.

You can’t be awesome at everything. So for awhile it’s best to stop leaning on your natural gifts and focus on your inadequacies. If not you’ll be like one of those guys walking around the gym with huge biceps and tiny legs. It’s a look, I suppose, but we all kind of know what’s going on there.

I’m off to leg day. Cheers and see you after.