Reaching Stretching Straining
i can taste the sky
I don’t understand Master of Fine Arts degrees in writing. It seemed to me that I learned to write in elementary school. Well, at least I learned the basic tools, to which I would add a non-credit typing course I took in High School. This and reading prodigiously all my life (to date) composed my formal training as a writer. To those who might wonder at the use of a ‘typing’ course, I would add that computer keyboards are laid out on the same basis – the letters and numbers are in the same spots. I am doing what used to be called ‘touch typing’ as I write this blog post – I see the words appearing on the screen but I don’t need to look at the keyboard. My fingers are just hitting the correct keys. Mind you, computers have all sorts of special characters that typewriters didn’t – later electric computers had type wheels with special characters that a typist could add, but nothing so convenient and adept as the modern computer.
Anyway, to meander back to my originally intended point, I am reading through a four installment blog thread by the author Hugh Howey, posted on Goodreads.com . I am, therefore, violating what I just said in the first paragraph of this post. What is my excuse? Hugh Howey writes excellent pragmatic blogs about writing. He has been published by major publishers, small publishers and has gone indie also. He earns his living writing novels without being the kind of name that would sell toothpaste on TV. I have no problem with apprenticeships, of taking advice as a journeyman author from a master craftsman. I am not then actually violating my puzzlement that anyone would go to school for several years to learn to write. I am merely seeking advice from a master craftsman in order to further hone my own craft. It does not matter that I write in what he calls a different ‘voice’ or in genres entirely different from his – writing is writing and writing is a craft.