I feel like I've sunk into the belly of a story-hoarding beast. I can dimly see the mouth and I'm trying to climb out with ladders made from sentences. But often I find they only lead me deeper into the guts.
I feel honoured. Like, I actually understand what that feeling is now, and it’s a beautiful thing.
There’s a little voice in my head saying “Why bother? It’s a lot of effort and they’ll never pick you”, but I am flipping that little voice the bird and forging ahead.
In his darkest hours he'd always found comfort in the thought that the world itself might just be a particularly vivid dream in the mind of some ageless sleeper. But, as he heard footsteps approaching outside the hut, the thought seemed dry and impotent against this wet morning that lay quiet before him, in wait for his blood.
Lately I've been trying to find motivation, so I've been playing with gamification. That rhymes.
Rather than bore you with the mind-numbing, sometimes infuriating, crap that has been getting in my way I just wanna celebrate the fact that I'm back to writing almost daily. IT FEEL GOOD, REAL GOOD!
Well, it's been my first official slump since starting work on the novel – possible title: 'Tabula', as in 'tabula rasa' or, just as relevantly, 'Tabula Futura Imperfecta'. Christmas disrupted things a bit, but I got in some good work leading up to NYE and new year's day. Then, as the pressure of the everyday … Continue reading The Novel: Update #7 – Self-Doubt & Impostor Syndrome
Didn't even get drunk on NYE, because I wanted a whole morning of work on my novel. For an Australian, that's true commitment.
The problem with getting up at 5am is needing to get to sleep before 10:30pm
Don't settle for basic word processors – get yourself a good writing program to free up your creativity.