Productivity

The Most Difficult Thing About Working From Home

Obviously, I can’t speak for anyone else. But as someone who has worked from home for a while, I find self regulation the hardest part.

I need enough discipline to start and not to stop when I get distracted. So even though I love working from home, it’s still challenging.

I don’t like when people breathe down my neck. That said, I do like when others offer structure. I need deadlines to work effectively.

I enjoy the freedom and flexibility of working from home. I can create my own schedule. I’m able to work when I want to rather than when I have to.

Being able to work from home means I don’t need to leave the house every day. Then again, sometimes I want a change of scenery.

As a writer and blogger, I can do what I need to from almost anywhere.

Self discipline isn’t some innate skill. It takes time and effort to build. But being able to work independently is important.

I think working from home has advantages and disadvantages, just like everything else in the world. It’s not for everybody, but because I’m such a homebody, I can’t complain.

Personally I work best when somebody gives me specific instructions beforehand. And then gives me space to do the assigned task.

Everyone’s different, but having both structure and freedom is what I strive for.

Personal Reflection

Making Money Doing What You Love

I don’t have a problem with people making money doing what they love. Says the girl who isn’t.

I hope I get to that point someday though.

It’s easier said than done, of course. Every time I think about making money, I get all sad. Maybe because I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to support myself while pursuing my passions.

I remind myself of the days I first started writing and blogging when I didn’t turn a profit whatsoever. When I was beyond excited to create every day because I enjoyed the creative process.

I’ve been worrying a lot over my future. If I don’t do more schooling after graduation, I’ll need to get a job.

I joke to my friends that I’m unemployable. I want to work for myself as well.

I feel conflicted. Unsurprisingly, I don’t enjoy feeling this way.

I’m not sure how I’ll earn enough to pay my way through life, however long mine lasts. The cost of everything seems to go up all the time.

Now that I’ve obsessed over this, I feel my problem isn’t how much I make, but whether I’ll have the freedom to do what I love. I don’t need to be rich to be happy. Yet I still need enough time and money to go after my dreams. Being well off can help create a bit of freedom or flexibility for the sake of my sanity.

Obviously, I don’t want my lifestyle to change for the worse.

The world is a big, bad place. I’ve yet to find my place in it. I hope I can navigate through and not seem utterly lost at every turn.

What a fun post to publish on Christmas Eve. Happy holidays!

Writing

Too Much Creative Freedom

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.

Blogging

So This Happened…

This happened.

I’ve been debating whether to share this or not.

It’s for a university class so I don’t have all the freedom in the world. But maybe that’s a good thing. I have plenty of freedom here and look what has happened, what is happening, what will happen.

That’s supposed to be a self-defeating comment since I felt very self-serving today while writing my two posts for class.

I figured if anyone is going to be honest with me, it’s you. My followers, my readers, my friends.

How much do I sound like a pretentious jerk?

I will warn you not to read anything I write on that blog because I respect you.

Writing

Why I Am Not Pursuing Journalism

If I wrote a sentence every time someone thought I wanted to become a journalist, I would have ten novels written. Excluding those I have already written or abandoned. Clearly, fifteen year old me hated commitment.

Now I have nothing against journalists or journalism in general, but I’ve come to the conclusion that it isn’t right for me.

And who knows me better than me?

Let me get this out there so the next time someone points a finger at me and mouths the dreaded words, I’ll redirect them here.

Growing up, I fell in love with writing because I enjoyed the freedom that comes with creativity. There’s responsibility involved in creating art. Regardless, I admire creative people and I respect original thinking. Even though I write non-fiction all the time, creative writing breathes life into me. It’s like having wings and soaring through life. Writing without restrictions or limitations is the equivalent of flying to wherever I want, whenever I want, however I want.

I love writing. I will continue to love it. That doesn’t mean I want to be a journalist. Contrary to popular belief, I’m not in love with journalism. And I refuse to pursue something I’m not passionate about.

Writing

Writing Poetry Versus Writing Prose

I never thought I would say this but I’m struggling to write poetry. Right now, I can’t write a decent poem to save my life.

To put it into context, I have written manuscripts. Novels. Fifty, sixty, seventy thousand words long.

Yet I can’t string together fifty words of poetry, of verse, of creative love.

I crave structure. I crave freedom. Poetry gives me too much of the latter and not enough of the former.

See, aspiringwriter22 has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? How does aspiringpoet22 sound? Disgusting, right?

Blogging

Why I Would Marry My Blog and My Fellow Bloggers

Because I could leave for a month, come back, and still be welcomed with open arms. I would never do that since I’d experience serious withdraw symptoms, but it’s nice to know that I can. I like the idea of being married to someone (or something), yet still having the freedom to live my life how I want.

Because I created this blog. If I were to die tomorrow, a part of me would remain in this world forever and forever.

Because I don’t love anyone else as much as I love my blog and all of you. 

Writing

Being Single And Being A Writer On Valentine’s Day

At the end of my post yesterday I said I would update you on my progress of memorizing the 50 states and I’d write about writers in a lighthearted manner and now I’m rambling and most English teachers, mine especially, would scream that this is a run-on sentence.

Regardless, my Sunday is going well. My progress on learning the 50 states—spellings and settings—is coming along. As for the promised post about writers, I shall present to you the below…

The Promised Lighthearted Post On Writers (I left out the “being single” part yesterday; forgive me please):

Being Single And Being A Writer On Valentine’s Day

With Valentine’s Day less than a week away, I figured I’d climb the love bandwagon (not literally, just figuratively) to some extent by writing about this fabulous holiday or half-holiday since most people don’t have the day off this Friday. Did I mention that serious writers never have any days off? Yep, writing is not just a stop-and-go kind of gig; it’s a life-long commitment.

Keep in mind this article is intended to be lighthearted, humorous, and comical.

Never fear being single and being a writer this Valentine’s Day. Here’s why:

  • You save money. Let’s be honest. For every rich writer in the world, there are plenty of penniless ones. What do they say again? Oh right, the truth hurts. In any case, if you’re a single writer on February 14th, you can sleep peacefully knowing you won’t have to spend a cent on someone else. That isn’t to say you can’t spend some money on yourself. Go buy your mind a book, buy your mouth some chocolate, buy yourself anything you can afford.
  • You are free to do as you please. Freedom is everything in the writing world. All writers enjoy the freedom, the liberty, the independence that comes with being a writer. In fact, most people wish to  have free will and some choice in life. If you’re single, you make your own rules. Not just on V-Day but every day of the year. Do something that triggers those happiness hormones in your body. Preferably, reading or writing. Or, if you prefer blogging, blog. You don’t have the burden of working around somebody else’s schedule. You just have to worry about your own. Determine your own fate. Don’t let your significant other (or lack thereof) stop you from living your life.
  • You can wear what you want. This last point is perhaps my favourite. You can wear what you want. You can dress up or dress down. You can throw on layers or throw off layers. Ironically, February 14th is a day where you don’t have to worry about impressing others. Go ahead, throw on your pajamas. I know how comfortable they are. Even better you need not worry about your weight on this special day. Besides, you can always hit the gym some other time. Like before summer comes along. Or after you publish your novel. If that is the case, you’ll be appearing on TV and magazines and newspapers and book signings. Now that’s an urgent excuse to use your gym membership instead of letting it collect dust in the corner of your drawer. Until then, you can rest easy knowing you are able to wear something that you actually want to wear without the pressure of someone scrutinizing your body.

Single. Check.

Writer. Check.

Single writer this Valentine’s Day. Check. Double check. Triple check.