Goals are great. Self imposed deadlines can be great as well. Focus and drive are essential. So it might seem counter-intuitive to say that when I am struggling to write it’s because of these things.
Jennifer Neri posted a comment on my ‘I’m struggling‘ post the other day which gave me a timely reminder about this – when it comes down to it, it’s always just about the words and the love of the craft. All the other stuff is great but at times you can get so caught up in ‘getting stuff done’ and ‘having such and such finished by this specific date’ that the joy is sucked out of it. This makes it hard to slog on because I get so caught up in the other stuff that goes with the writing that I lose sight of the writing itself.
The annoying thing is that this happens to me on a semi-regular basis. Obviously it’s a lesson I’ve not yet learned, though it’s easier and easier to let go of the stress I’ve let build up around ‘progress’ and just get back to the writing.
At the end of the day I do this because I love it. I can’t imagine my life without stories. I just have to keep reminding myself of that. It’s the love, that’s why, because I need it, I want it.
I also want to get my work out there, which requires I keep at it, that I have focus and drive, that I can work to deadlines – and I can. But at the end of the day, it all has to come back to the love.
I wrote yesterday. I revised a story and I got some new story ideas, even though time was at a minimum and I was exhausted.