I’ve been writing since I was fifteen years old, staying up late so as not to be bothered, drinking tea and and eating Pop Tarts. Ten years later and the only things that have changed are that I now drink coffee, and write early in the mornings with toast.
In all this time, I’ve never learned if I have any natural talent or not.
I’ve met people in workshops who effortlessly weave a paragraph together that makes me want to cry it is so good. I’m not sure if other people can say that about me.
What I do have, though, is endurance, and dedication. I show up, caffeine and carbs in hand, and I write, and write, and write, until I get it right. I learn the hard way, I learn the fun way, and I practice what I learn.
John Donne wrote about two types of writers, the Ox and the Cat. The Ox is the writer who lumbers along every day, ploughing the field of pages. The Cat is the writer who lounges and lazes and sleeps in the sun, then in a fit of natural skill leaps up and catches a bird, and that bird is a masterpiece.
I guess that makes me an Ox, and I’m madly jealous of Cats, (and with that sentence I wave away the remainder of my sanity) but more than anything, I am just grateful to be a writer at all.
I would not ever want to be anything else.
Knowing my writing style has helped me write better, to accommodate my own needs as a writer, and to make use of my strengths. I know what I need to write, as an Ox, so now I turn the question to you:
What are you, Ox or Cat?