These days it’s almost impossible to find time to write. There’s just too much going on. And in the moments where nothing is happening (which are few and usually quite late in the evenings), I just can’t quite seem to corral my thoughts and make much sense of anything. I hate that. Yet, I haven’t been able to find a way to remedy it.
I used to be able to write anywhere, anytime. I used to be able to shut out the distractions and throw a harness on my thoughts to bring out at least a few pages of something.
But somehow, I’ve just fallen way out of practice. Life has gotten busier, and a whole lot more complicated. The distractions have grown larger and more persistent. So, I’m left with half-formed, mushy thoughts that never quite make it fully-formed and onto the page.
Keep writing. Keep writing. Keep writing.
The words are just getting lost. I can’t explain it. And that inner critic is barking loudly.
“You’re kidding yourself.”
“You don’t have any ideas. No original thoughts.”
“No one wants to hear what you have to say anyway.”
“Do us all a favor and just give it up already.”
“You’re no writer. Writers write things. You’re not writing shit.”
But my thoughts keep returning to the unfinished manuscripts, the projects that keep getting shoved aside because everything else keeps taking priority. And the new ideas keep coming too, but I just can’t carve out the time to devote to any of them. I hate myself for it. I’ve never been my best when I’m not writing. Somehow the world just spins on its side and feels unbalanced.
I hate sounding like such a fucking whiner. If you want to write, fucking write. Stop blaming the world for not having enough time and admit that you’re to blame for wasting a lot of the time you could be putting pen to paper.
I think the problem is that I’m waiting for the perfect words to come. I’m waiting or some epic inspiration, some magi that will ignite the pen in my hand and burn words onto the page that will somehow change the world.
The blank page has gotten the best of the, and it’s as if I am suddenly incapable of finding a way to turn the tables and re-establish myself as the one in charge.
But I’ll keep going. I’ll keep writing. Because if I’m nothing else, I’m too stubborn to really quit.
I agree with you. Just keep on. Writing/drawing is also a craft. Much like driving. We build skills and experience while being busy with the activity.Even writing a single line per night often opens the door for the second line…
I always want to hear what you have to say. You’ll always find an audience in me. I will be your cheerleader until the day I die. Keep writing Lori Lu! Fortunate, Deserving, Dignified, Talented, Committed,….that is how I see you through my lens.
Lourie your writing is wonderful everybody gets discouraged now and then I have a half tough time keeping going but I try to good luck and keep at it