I haven’t been writing much lately. You know how it is. Life just gets going and there’s only so much time. We get so busy doing what we have to do to survive, that there’s not much time to do the things we want.
I don’t have the answer. No one does, really. People have things that work for them, things they want to try, or just plans to try something. Some people will just lie to you about what they’re working on or accomplished, just to make themselves feel better (fuck those people, btw).
Here’s the thing I’ve learned that might be helpful for other people though:
Sometimes you just aren’t writing much. There’s an ebb and flow to everything. Your self-worth isn’t measured by your word count. I mean. Probably not. Right? Please tell me it’s not…
Sorry, anxiety monster got me there for a minute.
So I’m working on it. I’m doing what I can, when I can. And that’s enough. Sometimes it comes together and I’m really happy with what comes out. Sometimes, I just have to go to bed early. I’ve started the same story over 4 times this past year. I have 3 books that I are fully outlined and ready to go. I’ve started them but haven’t gotten farther than the first 20,000 words or so. It’s all just stalled out. But I’ve written several pieces of flash fiction that were a lot of fun.
I’m super excited about this year though. I have a lot of things I want to get done. I’m feeling inspired and motivated! Hopefully it will work out. But if it doesn’t, that’s okay too.
I mean, the anxiety monster isn’t going anywhere so there’s no way to know. But I’m doing my best! You’re all welcome to come along for the ride. If nothing else, I know it’ll be interesting! My life is always interesting…