…I’ve been trying to prove to myself that the skill sets for fiction and nonfiction overlap somewhere within my reach.
They do overlap, to an extent, but needless to say, they’re not identical.
…ultimately, I suppose, I’m writing for myself, because who else would put up with this?
We all write for ourselves, Charles, ultimately or otherwise. Even the “household words” among us. It’s the only way it can be done.
…even today, I occasionally flash through a section of the archives, and once in a while I’ll actually smile at a paragraph I wrote, because, you know, it wasn’t half bad.
To my mind, that says that you’re halfway there. You’ll know that you’re all the way there when, smile or no smile, you mutter to yourself that “I could have phrased that better” and immediately set to revising it!