2017 needs to be the year I stop comparing myself to others.
Is that going to happen? Of course!
Who am I kidding…
Not you. And certainly not myself.
But I think I’ve gotten better at not comparing the lives of others in relation to my own. And I’m happier for it.
Life always goes your way and you get everything you want, said no one ever, especially if you’re a writer.
So what can you do when nothing in your novel is working out the way you’d like?
Move your body. Get up and walk away. Literally. Step back from the keyboard or piece of paper. You can and should come back. Sometimes writing is like being in a relationship with your lover. And often you’ll need space and distance. Time away from each other. Oh, what do I know…I don’t have a lover. I’ve never had one.
Stop writing. Go for a walk. Try not to twist your ankle. Go to the mall. Resist the urge to buy something you don’t need. I condone book buying though. You need books.
Suck up what sucks. Accept the fact that life sucks. Things won’t always go your way. Breathe in. Roll your eyes. Maybe curse someone’s life. I don’t condone the latter. I suggest you disregard everything I suggest.
Those are some potential solutions to your possible problems. Again, don’t hold me accountable for anything.
I need to stop being a perfectionist.
Perfecting projects is a serious time-consumer, mood-killer, and joy-sucker.
Although I’m still in high school, if you asked me what I would have done differently as a teenager, hands down I would say:
I WISH I STOPPED TRYING TO MAKE EVERYTHING PERFECT.