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.
As a writer, I feel I should like Twitter. Of all the platforms, Twitter seems the most suited for writers.
I’ve just never been much of a social media user. I don’t always know what to say or share, especially online. Sometimes I think about sharing something but then stop myself for some reason.
In a way, tweeting is similar to blogging. I guess I’d rather spend more time writing or reading.
Also, there aren’t enough hours in the day to be everywhere and to do everything.
Perhaps I need to tweet about something unrelated to me. I’m not one to share personal details about myself in real life or on social media.
I’m better at writing than I am at posting. I have no problem drafting a tweet. But sending it out into the world is a different story.
It’s not easy to create content on a consistent basis. It’s even harder when these days almost anyone can criticize you.
I don’t know if I’ll ever get into Twitter. Don’t get me started on Instagram. I suck at social media. Big surprise, I know. So kudos to everyone who doesn’t.
Some days, I wonder if I was born in the wrong era. I need a time machine. Take me back to the days before social media existed.
Writing is hard. On one hand, it helps. On the other, writing hurts. It’s therapeutic at times. But some days when I pick up a pen, I return to a difficult past.
On bad writing days, I wonder why I’m wasting my time. On better ones, I tell myself there is nothing else I’d rather be doing.
Over the summer, I actually took a break from creative writing. I thought it was much needed.
I fell in love with writing because it allowed me to reclaim my happiness. Then again, writing can be painful too.
I recall the past when I write, only to realize it’s gone. I don’t have yesterday anymore. I only have today.
For better or worse, I will write. I’m never going to let anyone stop me.
Writing gives me the chance to start again. I have to make a conscious effort to start anew. Easier said than done but it must be done. Even if I spend the rest of my life trying, at least I can die knowing that I tried. I made an effort. I didn’t quit, give up. I won’t take the easy way out. That’s not fair to myself. Easy isn’t always better.
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.
Happy December! As a writer, there are many things I want for Christmas.
- A finished manuscript. I seriously need to stop abandoning stories.
- Some new ideas. Sometimes I have too many. Sometimes I don’t have any.
- More time. 25 hours in a day would be nice.
- Small acts of kindness. Is that too much to ask for?
- Peace and quiet. A baby crying nonstop is the complete opposite.
- Someone to retrieve my sanity and bring it back to me. I don’t have any monetary reward, but I’ll dedicate my first book to you.
- More money in my bank account. So I can buy stuff I don’t need.
- A lifetime supply of books. I’m running out of space so…
- Another bookshelf. Too bad my room is too small for that.
- A house with a library in it. And on office.
- The imposter syndrome to go away. Does it ever?
- I’d love for my muse to come back to me. I’m not sure where it’s gone. Probably somewhere nicer and warmer.
- Procrastination can leave me alone. The door is that way. I hope it bites you in the head, you big pest.
- A strong dose of inspiration. The stronger the better.
- I need motivation. Desperately.
- Good sleep. Restful nights where I don’t wake up at an ungodly hour and start to contemplate all of my life choices.
- A better sense of humour. Or someone who gets my sarcasm.
- To see people I want to see and not see people I don’t want to. Knowing my luck however, the exact opposite will happen. I see someone who is a stranger to me more than I see my best friend. The universe clearly enjoys toying with my emotions.
- Patience. Current status: non-existent. I have no idea how people keep calm and collected all the time. I can’t control myself. I’m out of control. Send help.
- I really want to get over my fear of operating a motor vehicle, so I can drive myself far, far away and write for days. That’s my goal in life.
I don’t know what I’m doing. Then again, who does?
Somehow I graduate next year. I don’t feel ready, but at the same time, I can’t wait to get out of university and into the real world.
I’ve had four years to find myself. I still need more time to figure out who I am.
Obviously, I want to have an open mind. But I’d love to be able to work with words. After all, I enjoy reading, writing, blogging.
I tell myself if I want to stand a chance at any career, I have to be my best self. I also feel like I’ll have to work harder than most to get my foot in the door. Regardless, I will choose and pursue the right career path for myself, not anyone else.
In my opinion, what’s on your mind all the time says a lot about who you are, what you want.
I’m a writer. I want to write.
Because sometimes we all need to be inspired before writing.
Dance. Play baseball. Shoot some hoops. Whatever you like. Move your body, and maybe your mind will too.
Sometimes the best thing you can do is write, even when you’re slumping. If nothing else, start another project. Try to write when you aren’t inspired or motivated. Who knows what might happen.
If you don’t feel like reading, watch a movie or TV show. Perhaps other stories will inspire you to tell your own.
Play. Have fun. Video games are great. You have a new world to discover. You get to see a storyline unfold. You can study dialogue between different characters.
Bloggers are some of the most inspiring people you’ll ever meet. Enough said.
At times, you just need a break. That’s okay. Eat. Sleep. Take care of your body. Return to your story when you’re ready.
Go outside. Take a walk. Travel somewhere you’ve never been before. That could get the creative juices flowing again.