- Do more than you have to, especially when you’re first starting out. Don’t just do the bare minimum and call it a day.
- Always find people who will challenge you to improve. Never surround yourself around those don’t care if you stay stagnant.
- Ask hard questions. Learn how to. And when you get an answer, listen. Sometimes you might not get an answer or you’ll get a no. That’s okay.
- Don’t try to be perfect. The world won’t end if you mess up or make a mistake.
- You’re not above anything or anyone. Kindness goes a long way.
- Deliver on time. Fulfill your end of the deal. If you make a promise, keep it. If you can’t, don’t make one.
- Chase down chances. No one’s going to hand you anything.
- Be willing. You may not be the best or the brightest. But if you’re willing to put in the time and effort to get better, you’ll go a long way.
- Show up and have something to show. Show up on time. Better yet, be early to events, meetings, etc.
- Trust the process. It’s a long journey. Keep grinding. Trust your work ethic. Stop making excuses. Stop complaining. Put your head down and hustle. Do the work. Get it done.
- Differentiate yourself. Embrace your differences. Stand out from the rest of the crowd. You’re not anyone else, so be the best version of yourself.
Here’s my advice on how to tell a good story.
Create dynamic characters.
They shouldn’t be perfect because everyone is flawed in some way.
Make everyone want something.
As simple as wanting a glass of water or as complicated as saving the world.
Every action has a reaction.
Tell the story in all it’s ugliness.
Never underestimate the intelligence of your readers.
Aim for clarity.
Confusion is bad communication.
Put your own twist on tried-and-true tropes.
A complete story will always win against an incomplete one any day.
Give your readers some closure.
You don’t have to answer every question, but you still have to tie up a few loose ends.
You won’t write good stories until you write a lot of bad ones.
I love blogging. Here’s why:
To be honest, when I first embarked on this journey, I never expected to meet such lovely people from around the world. As always, thank you for the continued support. You’ve inspired me more to keep going.
I’ve come to realize that I enjoy being challenged. It’s nice to express myself and exercise my imagination. Obviously, some days are tougher than others, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I like calling the shots and doing things my way. So I get to take the credit when I succeed. But I also take the fall when I fail. I don’t want to blame anyone else for my failures.
I get to experiment all the time. Going forward, I aspire to be even more creative, especially with my fiction and poetry. I’m still learning to trust the process.
What do you love about blogging?
I like to have creative freedom when I’m writing but when I have too much freedom, I don’t know where to begin. Hence why I don’t start anything until a few days before something is due.
With studying, I don’t believe in cramming. With writing, I don’t believe in starting and finishing an essay in one day. So I tend to give myself enough time, not too much or too little.
Still, I shouldn’t blame creative freedom or lack thereof. I should be blaming my lazy self. But it’s easier blaming other things or people for my shortcomings.
Sometimes I have an idea but feel like I can’t do justice to it. So I’ll come up with something in my head, yet that thing never translates onto the page the way I initially envisioned it.
When it comes to creativity and originality, I realize I don’t say things that haven’t been said or thought of before.
Also, no matter how long I work on a project, I can’t shake the feeling that it can be better. Worse, I can’t help but occasionally wish my blog post were perfect. At least I’m beginning to see nothing I write will ever be the most creative, the most original, etc.
That won’t stop me for putting out less than perfect posts. In other words, you’re going to have to accept my awesomeness.
Because it is.
And blogging has gotten progressively harder over the years.
For my own sanity, I’m going to attempt to explain why. Key word: attempt.
I’m my own biggest critic. What else is new?
Of course as I grow older, I’ve become an even bigger critic.
I’m a big fan of other bloggers. Sometimes a silent fan but a fan nonetheless.
So while I try not to compare, I still fall victim to it every now and then. Comparing sucks. Don’t go down that hole.
I’m hard on myself. Like that’s news.
It should come as no surprise that I’m harder on myself than I am on anyone else. Than I am on everyone else combined. I set my own standards high because I want to be the best I can be. I don’t want to settle for average or mediocre. I like to think I can do better. And I despise doing anything for the sake of doing it. I hate the idea of doing something half-heartedly. But I’ve been a hypocrite as of late.
Also, I’m annoyingly critical and judgemental when it comes to my own writing. When it comes to any creative pursuit. Maybe that’s why blogging has been tougher these days. Who am I trying to fool? Myself, I guess. I’ve been struggling with my blogs for a while now. It feels like I haven’t been blogging well for months. Maybe as long as a year.
So to think 2016 will be over very soon is bittersweet. I’d like a new start in 2017, but I’d be lying if I said I’m happy with my blogging this year.
I want to do better. I want to do more. But wanting is only part of the equation. Working is the other, harder part.
I’m trying to write. It’s NaNoWriMo for crying out loud.
I really want to write a lot this month. But the world won’t let me off so easily.
It’s beyond frustrating.
Technically, I am writing essays and papers for school. But that’s not the same as writing for myself. Writing creatively, unrestrained by grades and rules.
Leave me alone, academia. You’re not welcome in my perfect world.
Can’t you see I’m trying to be creative?
I wish I told you how I felt
Said what was on my mind
But it’s too late now
Because you’re gone
Far away somehow
Every part of me
Has a part of you
Every face reminds me of yours
They steal your words, that’s for sure
I’m not the girl you once knew
But you aren’t that boy I loved at all
So this is it
I have no more