Several years ago when I first entertained the thought of becoming a children's author, I would have scoffed at this statement. Bleed? Seriously? Well maybe if I wrote with such elegance as Hemingway, I would need to bleed. But I just want to write children's books. Something that provides children an escape from the everyday life of school and homework. Something that makes them laugh out loud.
I was so naive. Those simple pages filled with the seemingly careless adventures of children were created by someone who bleed over them. A diligent writer who pounded the keys night and day bleeding over each paragraph, sentence, word. When we read their finished product, everything is knitted together so well, it appears to have always been that way. However, I now know that is not so. Board book or novel, mystery or romance, someone somewhere, bleed over those pages.
As I bleed over my own pages, one sentence and word at a time, I remind myself that I am not alone. Writers everywhere are bleeding their heart and soul onto blank pages so children and adults can experience a world, time, place different from the one they live in everyday.
Thank you Mr. Hemingway for reminding us that there are times when blood must be shed in sacrifice of great writing. I only wish I would have read this quote years ago, maybe I would have bleed less or at least bought more bandages.
Muse For Today: Are you a bleeding writer? Or do your words actually flow onto the page with little effort and less blood?