On learning to write

[rolanni]

Those who have been paying attention will recall that I am a self-taught writer.  I have no degrees in Creative Writing, nor English, Literature, or any of the rest.  I learned, first, by reading; and I learned, later, by doing.  This is not to say that one ever stops learning by reading, and most especially by doing, but there was, in my case, a certain progression.  I read until my brain had absorbed. . .Enough, and then I moved on to Phase II.

Which is where I, and every other writer, if they're honest, resides for the entirety of their professional lives.

So this morning I decided to revisit one of the stories that inspired me -- a story that I still aspire to equal, some day.

I was a little afraid that it would not be as wonderful -- as brightly perfect -- as I recalled, as it's been some years since my most recent re-read.

The story is still wonderful, and I am, as yet and still, only an egg.

Here's a link:  Srendi Vashtar, H.H. Munro

You're welcome.