Writers evolve, just like anyone in a profession. I strive to get a little better every day and apply what I learned from my failings. As much as I love to write, I am very well aware of my shortcomings. I struggle with grammar, and I often write in passive voice. I have to consciously will myself not to write passively, and those darn commas throw me off way too often.
However, I would like to think I have really learned something over the years and I’m not just pretending. With looking through my old Goandria manuscripts (then called Golah) and my poetry, it is painful and awkward. It is so embarrassing for me to read the stuff that it is even difficult for me to read when I am alone.
Writing is a beautiful thing. It enables people to express themselves in a limitless way, but some ways are obviously better than others (such as showing and not telling). Yet for someone who takes pride in his or her writings, looking back on the past and even some current products can be painful. There was a collection of poems I wrote in 9th grade, and even just looking at the cover causes me to internally grimace. Sure, there were a few that had potential, but there were others that are so bad they make my skin crawl. Still, I keep them. Why because it reminds me of where I once was and inspires me to do better. Seeing where I came from is a powerful way for me to learn, to better understand my weak points and to move forward from there. Writing, like anything worthwhile is challenging and filled with failure, but it is that failure that creates opportunity to grow and I am still very much growing.