Procrastination and an impromptu list on why I love writing to get me out of this recent funk.
I’ve been finding myself escaping into the ethers of the internet the past few days. Last night, I researched campers for four hours when I could’ve used that time to write, read a friend’s novel, or memorize lines for an upcoming show. Today, while I’m writing this blog post, I’m watching drum line cadence videos.
Epilogue. One of the coolest words I finally got to write in my first novel. I'm almost within arm's distance of the finish line.
As I plow through the final plot points, I'm mentally preparing myself for that moment of initial completion... Right now, I'm working toward the approaching moment where I can say, "I wrote a book."
Today's topic stems from a trend I see among budding artists, myself included: we apologize for our art too damn much.
As I move forward with my first novel, I go with the motivation of a mental halfway mark. I'm reminded of nights in my dorm room, hammering out pages of fiction for classes that week, and being happy. I listened to my younger self, who said he wanted to be an author and an actor, and here I am at 23, actively chasing it.
I hate feeling stuck, and stuck doesn't have to mean at a dead stop. Stuck can mean bumbling along a cloudy path. Here are questions you can ask yourself to help:
I write because I want to be remembered. I want to tell grand stories that connect with a wide audience of readers.
When I took a moment to look back on that, I felt affirmed that while I'm not doing exactly what I want to do for paid work, I'm still doing it.
1. Trust yourself. 2. If you're not excited about your story, neither will your reader. 3. I support the Oxford Comma...