Blue bookitis. That’s what they called it in college, a disease characterized by the belief that you could take every class offered in that enticing blue book of options. Archeology, Art History, Chaos Theory, Japanese Film Studies – you are a Renaissance Woman! You can do it all!
And then reality comes crashing down and you realize that, no, in fact, you will never be a ninja archeologist battling the forces of chaos while seeking a lost Da Vinci. Although, hey, that would make a great book…
And so you become a writer.
Surprise, surprise, I personally suffered a massive case of blue bookitis. I did, in fact, take things as diverse as ancient Japanese poetry, computer programming, and the sociology of modern media. And I discovered something very interesting and humbling and important:
I am not good at everything.
And you know what? That is sooooo freeing. I’m not equally good at everything I do, and in some areas I’m barely competent. It’s as true of cooking (and trust me, it’s VERY true of my cooking) as it is writing.
This is fantastic news. If I know what I do well, I can concentrate on doing more of that. If I know what I don’t do well, I can either decide to get better or I can figure out a way to do as little of it as possible. And call it style.
So here’s the $20,000 question: What do you do well?