I am a snob.
Perhaps some of you knew that already, but this is news to me. Or perhaps my awareness of it comes and goes. If so, it has come again. I am a writer-snob.
Everyone is proud, in a way, of their personal writing process. For example, my all-or-nothing personality dictates my rituals. I must either be completely immersed in my story, or not give it much thought at all. Lately I have realized that the former is becoming more and more rare, and at this rate, I will finish my next book in about...three years.
Aaaaaah!
I have been boycotting writing goals, thinking that would invite more late night manic mudslides of production. My mud, however, has been awfully dry of late. Dirt, really.
So, I've got a small trowel and bucket. Artistic Pride be damned.
Three years. Really!
Ainsley on the rebound
3 comments:
Inspiration can be a hard thing. I am torn between writing and reading, and I can't seem to do both.
Find a muse.
I am using my blog as one.
sleeping-with-books.blogspot.com
good luck
Dear Enchante,
I found myself in the same dilemma and finally allowed myself about a year of unrestrained reading before I took up the pen again. I found I was a better writer for it.
LOVED your blogspot!
AMcQ
I've found I have to set goals or I really get nothing done.
Good luck with your mud!
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