- You suck.
- You’re bad.
- You’re busy.
- You’re lazy.
- You hate writing.
- You love not writing.
- You think writing is hard.
- You think writing is easy.
- You rather do anything else than write.
- You rather do nothing else than write.
- You haven’t published anything.
- You haven’t been paid to publish something.
- You don’t have a bestseller.
- You don’t have a movie deal for that non-existent bestseller.
- Your mom doesn’t read your poems.
- Your dad doesn’t read your stories.
- Your entire family hasn’t read anything you’ve ever written in your whole life.
- You have a blog that no one reads.
- You have several blogs that no one reads.
- You don’t have time to put words on a page.
- You don’t have the energy to lift a pen and place it on a piece of paper.
- You read a blog post from an unpublished writer telling you to quit writing and took her words seriously.
I love giving bad writing advice.
- When you want to quit, remember why you started.
- You don’t have to get your story right the first time. Or the fifteenth.
- Your piece should be as long as it needs to be. No more. No less.
- Read what you want, when you want, where you want. Just read something.
- Write often. Even when you don’t feel like it.
- Turn off your inner critic while writing. Turn on the critic while editing.
- Let that idea in your head make it into the paper. A bad page is better than a blank one.
- Have fun with the first draft. It doesn’t have to be perfect. First drafts are supposed to suck. Editing exists for a reason.
- Get better and better with every failure. Not trying is worse than failing.
- Adjust. Change what doesn’t work. Improve what does.
- Stop worrying. You’re wasting time you’ll never get back.
- Make the most of what you have. Even and especially when you don’t have much.
- Keep learning. Don’t ever stop learning.
- Live your life. Then relive your life through writing.
- Never settle for anything less than your best. Why do anything if you aren’t going to give it your all?
I also love soliciting good writing advice.
I try to post every day, but I don’t hit publish if…
- a post isn’t ready yet.
- I’m not proud of what I’ve written.
- the poem, story, etc., begs to be longer.
I have more reasons, but the above three are my main ones.
My excuses include:
- I’m tired.
- I’m lazy.
- I’m uninspired.
- I’m not motivated.
- I’m horrible at managing my time.
- I’m amazing at procrastinating all day and posting at night.
I’ll spare you the rest of my excuses.
Blogging isn’t easy. It never will be.
I write for many reasons. Here are three:
- To kill time. If I couldn’t write, I don’t know how I would spend 24 hours a day every day. But because I do write, 24 is not enough. It’s never enough.
- To kill characters. I hope you read the previous sentence the way I meant it. To kill characters who are based on people I don’t like in real life. Trust me when I say there are many.
- To kill my soul. Writing has taken me to dark places I didn’t know I needed to go. But I’m glad I did.
I’m going to assume you write. Why do you?
Readers don’t need much. They just need more…
I could really do with more money. Then again, doesn’t everybody?
First of all, etiquette is a word I always struggle to spell.
Now that that’s out of the way, I can finally get a few things off my chest.
I’ve sent my fair share of emails in the nineteen years I’ve been alive. And no one has ever complained about my email etiquette. Until today.
If you know nothing else about me, know this: I dislike wasting my own time, and I dislike wasting other people’s time even more. OK, that’s not entirely true. You get what I mean though. I hate wasting time. I’m busy. You’re busy. We’re all busy.
Since I’m a writer and blogger, I like to think I’m concise. At least I try to be as much as possible. But I guess I also run the risk of seeming rude.
I finally crossed the line into terse territory by sending an email to my TA without enough “description” to his liking. So he proceeded to tell me what isn’t “a proper etiquette” and what is. His words, not mine.
Maybe I should teach him a thing or two about you know what.
I started blogging almost four years ago. It’s tough and challenging, but I’ve enjoyed every moment.
Sometimes I like to remember why I created a blog in the first place, not to mention why I continue blogging.
I’m imagining fifteen year old me. She was probably bored all day long and in desperate need of something to do to pass the time.
Nineteen going on twenty me is only bored during class time and wants twenty-five hours in the day.
Funny the difference four years make.
If you reside in Canada or the US, you lost an hour earlier, thanks to the lovely phenomenon known as Daylight Savings Time.
How does it feel to lose an hour of sleep? How does it feel to lose 60 minutes where you could have been reading or writing or blogging? How does it feel to lose 3600 seconds and do less of whatever it is you typically do on a Sunday?
On any given day, I could use additional hours to work or rest. So losing one is not ideal, to say the least.
Unfortunatley, I was not as productive today as I normally am. I blame the person behind this DST thing. How dare you steal an hour from the insufficient 24 in a day.
I know there are no real rules to writing. But, more often than not, I follow the ones below.
- Be concise. Time is too precious to waste any of it not getting to the point.
- Be consistent. Because nothing’s worse than inconsistency.
- Be precise. I hate ambiguity almost as much as I hate ads.
- Be right. I lied. Nothing’s worse than being wrong.
When you know the rules, even and especially the ones you impose on yourself, you’re more than allowed to break them too.
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.