I’m trying to blog again after I didn’t post that much in December. I fell off my habits. But new year, new me, right?
I will be making a few changes, hopefully positive ones. I don’t plan to stop blogging, but I probably won’t post every day.
Near the end of 2018, I wasn’t at my best. I’m determined to make 2019 better. I have so many ideas in my mind that I hope to manifest in real life. I’m looking forward to the next 365 days.
Last year, I didn’t love my creative process, and in turn, I didn’t love some of the content I created. I’ll learn from my past mistakes. Now I have a better idea of what worked and what didn’t.
Going forward, I want to write and blog without overthinking every little thing. I think way too much, and sometimes my thoughts paralyze me from creating.
I started this blog out of the blue one random evening after school almost six years ago. I never looked back, and I don’t plan to anytime soon. I intend to continue posting book reviews and poems.
For now, I want to focus on enjoying the journey instead of always rushing. I love roses, so I will stop and smell them. Besides, there is no end goal or end game with my blog. I don’t have a specific destination in mind.
Thank you all for an amazing 2018. Thanks in advance for an awesome 2019.
All this to say, my blog isn’t dead. My blog will die when I die.
Sometimes I feel uninspired to create.
I’ve been wondering whether I want to write and blog every day in 2019. Even though I enjoy both, it’s hard work.
I want to be excited about the creative process again. I’m not giving up. Right now, I just need a new start.
At first, I felt like I had to create every day. Nowadays, I still feel a bit beholden to my past self.
I’m in a bit of a rut. I know I should make some changes, but that’s easier said than done.
Going forward, I will try not to be so hard on myself. As much as I love creating, I also love doing other things.
I know I’ll regret what I didn’t do more than what I did. I owe it to myself to live my life. Even if that means I don’t blog every day or write as much as before.
In many ways, I’m still trying to figure out my place in this world. As a blogger. As a writer. As a human being.
Growing up, I wanted to be a writer. I wanted to write. I loved creative writing. I still do.
Over the years, I’ve seen my work change before my eyes. I’ve come so far. Of course, there’s so much further for me to go.
No matter what I do or don’t do in the years to come, I’ll still make writing a priority. I have no reason to rush the creative process. I can stop and smell the roses. I should enjoy this seemingly endless rollercoaster ride. I have to appreciate the highs as well as the lows.
I don’t know much. I do know that when I don’t write, I don’t feel right.
I wonder what kind of writing I’ll pursue further. Creative or professional? Something in between? Something else entirely? We’ll see.
I don’t want to regret not taking a risk, so I have to try at the very least. I don’t want to ask what if for the rest of my life.
I wish I could do everything, but I can’t. I just try to prioritize writing when possible. I don’t mind sacrificing other things. I’m even fine studying less if that means writing more. I suppose I’ve always seen myself as a writer.
Writing on a deadline can be stressful. Bad time management on my part makes things worse.
When I write for fun and for myself, I’m in control. In school however, I don’t get much of a say.
I also like doing things my way. I’ve been wondering what it would be like to write full-time for someone else. I’d probably like some things and dislike others. Then again, that could be said about any job.
When I set deadlines for myself, I can afford to be more flexible. If someone else is setting them, I have little to no flexibility.
Since I hate being late to anything, I do my best to meet every deadline. I never ask for extensions.
The creative process is hard work. Trying to create under time pressure doesn’t help.
I have no idea how people manage to work full-time and write on the side. That’s my goal after I graduate though. I guess I’ll find out soon enough.
I don’t ever want to give up writing. And while I may not write full-time, I’ll still create whenever I can. Besides, writing wouldn’t be as worthwhile if everything was easy.
I worry I’m trying to do too much, and I’ll burn myself out eventually. I’ve never been this exhausted before. It’s not a fun experience. Still, I’m too stubborn to stop writing.
Balancing everything is tricky. But I’ll manage.
What’s the easiest part of the creative process?
Making time to write. I may be in the minority here, but that’s because I don’t do a lot of other things. I don’t watch movies. I don’t play video games. So on and so forth.
I’m also stubborn, so I will fight anyone or anything that gets between me and my writing time.
With editing, the final round is much easier than the first.
I love having time to write and edit. So I try to give myself plenty of it.
What’s the hardest part of the creative process?
For me, getting through the middle is the hardest.
Beginnings are fun and exciting. I love the honeymoon phase of any project.
But overcoming the halfway hump has been my biggest obstacle. If I can grind out the middle, the ending isn’t too bad.
I’m really bad at finishing stories. Like shockingly bad. Over the years, I’ve gotten worse rather than better. My patience is practically nonexistent nowadays.
When it comes to edits, starting is tough.
Hence why I have many written but unedited drafts.
I’ve been trying to figure out how to push myself through these hurdles.
I suppose nothing really comes easy. Words don’t write or edit themselves unfortunately.
I’ve decided that I won’t be blogging every day going forward. More accurately I won’t be publishing a post every day.
This change will take some getting used to because I’ve pushed myself to post daily for a few years now. But I think it’s for the better.
I’m at a point where I probably need to scale back on my habits for a few reasons. I don’t want to quit. I don’t want to burn myself out either. A part of me would also like to pursue other opportunities outside of blogging.
As much as I consider myself a blogger, I consider myself a writer first. Perhaps I need to start anew, start again. I could use a clean slate.
I’m going to take some time to figure out what I want to do with my blog and my life.
Honestly, I’m not even sure how I’ve managed to blog for as long as I have. I still hope to be blogging many years down the road.
In a way, I’ve strayed away from what I love. The act of creating something from nothing is my favourite part. The creative process is fun for me.
I enjoy writing more than just about anything. Everything else doesn’t matter that much.
I had no idea what I wanted to get out of blogging when I first started. I wasn’t sure what to expect.
Obviously, there’s so much I don’t know, a lot I haven’t an accomplished. To be fair to myself, I have learned and achieved more than I ever dreamed.
I’m realizing I’m insane for doing the same thing day in and day out, expecting different results. I guess that about sums up where I am right now. That’s how I feel not only about blogging but in regards to other areas of my life as well.
I’ve been struggling to write as of late. Technically, I’m still writing, but it’s been a grind.
I still love writing. Sometimes I have bad days or bad weeks though.
I’m not sure when I started writing every day. Safe to say, it’s been a long time. No, I don’t always write as much as I want to. But I never want an excuse to get in the way.
Being a writer really is like having homework every night for the rest of your life. I hope I’m still working away decades from now as an old grandma.
When I first decided to make writing a daily habit, I didn’t realize what I was signing up for. I’m only 20 years old. Assuming I live a long time, I have many days ahead of me. Which also means I’ll be writing a lot of words.
Growing up, I wrote without a care in the world. I didn’t think about anything else except putting pen to paper. I wasn’t writing to please other people. I was just having fun.
These days, I think I’ve been making the creative process a lot harder than it needs to be. I’m overthinking before I even make a mark on the page. That’s no way to write.
Here’s to letting go of all the doubts and fears. Just write. Don’t worry so much about the other stuff.