L. Shannon and I spend a lot of mornings writing together, usually around 4 a.m. which she hates because she’s not much of a morning person, but I make her do anyway because I am an “alpha bitch”–her words, not mine. She lives somewhere in the Northeast, and I live in the south, so we instant message. Have never seen the woman face-to-face, but I like her a lot. She raises and shows dogs and is a full-time writer. Last night we were talking about my post yesterday, and she said something I wanted to remember. I told her I was going to post the conversation on my blog, and she said that would be okay.
We had a very long discussion, but this is the heart of it:
Debra Moore: I did a blog post today on being a “great” writer.
L Shannon: I read it; nice post.
Debra Moore: Yeah, well, I’m not great. I’d like to be; hope I’m not wrong and you really do have to be born great.
L Shannon: I disagree with you and Bookends about the being born or made.
Debra Moore: You think a writer does have to be born great?
L Shannon: I think everyone is both, but to different degrees.
L Shannon: Like I have always loved books, but what if Cole never left…what if I never wrote the first word? What if I didn’t obsess about learning how to do it?
L Shannon: She (the woman at Bookends) mentions passion, which I think is important, but it isn’t the only thing or even the most important thing.
Debra Moore: What IS the most important thing?
L Shannon: Never give up, never surrender.