So here we are.
The year is about to end and I’m here to account for my writing goals.
Well, I’ve missed all of my goals. Back to the drawing board.
You know, I want to be frustrated and convicted that I should have done more and all that jazz, but given certain events, I’m just very happy to be alive and well and have all my family alive and well too right now. My writing is important, but sometimes it can wait. And this will definitely be a December to remember.
That being said, I am diving right back in next year but with a different attitude. I’ve realised that I need to write as I see fit and not force it because of some deadline. Not that I won’t be setting goals. You should always set goals otherwise what are we really doing anyway.
I’m still going to set deadlines and try to keep them, but I can’t force my creativity when life happens, and I also won’t starve my flow in another area just because I feel like I should be focusing on something else. And this has nothing to do with writer’s block. Sometimes, especially after I’ve been at a piece of work for a few days, another book just starts a calling.
And it doesn’t matter how much I try to refocus on what I’m writing at the moment, it will not let me rest until I put that project down and pick up the manuscript that I am currently suddenly jamming in. I can’t be the only one this happens too!
I’ve accepted that at any given time I am always working on at least three books at once.
There’s the main one I plan and mean to finish, or else.
The secondary one that interrupts my thought process on occasion or I just naturally switch too when I need a break from the main book.
And then there’s always the nostalgia piece. The one I just pick up randomly one day and start reading because it’s a story I really like and just want to read for a bit. Please write stories that you would also like to read, writers. But then when I do start reading it, I start working on it and end up losing days and nights and sleep editing something I didn’t plan to.
So in 2020, I am going to stop this tug-of-war, this guilt-trip, this spiral of frustration over not sticking to what I said I would write. I’ve decided to stop fighting where my creativity takes me. I am going to make a schedule, stick to it the best that I can (cause life) and when another story comes-a-knocking because the characters are talking to each other in my mind and won’t shut up, I will not see it as an interruption of my current workflow. Even though it is. -___- clenches fists I am just going to let it be.
Because either way I’m writing. And that’s the shit that needs to be happening at the end of the day.
So! When is my next deadline to finish the main squeeze project? End of February 2020. Wish me luck.