Oh my god, have I dropped the writing ball?
March started off with a run (I had a rare day to myself), and since then I haven’t managed to sit down for more than an hour and create a damn thing. For the most part, I’ve just felt meh, but aside from this I’ve also just been running around — mostly farting about with things that could have waited — and watching TV shows that really, don’t need to be watched. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not wandering off into ‘reality TV-ville’, I just got bogged down watching a series of things, and this last time I blame Sons of Anarchy. I felt it needed finishing so I could put it down and move back in front of my computer. I did manage to get May 5 finished, and I could say I was taking a little break, but to be honest that would be bullshit - go figure.
Anyway, the reasons I haven’t written are boring, not to mention repetitive. I tried to get a few beta readers to peruse And The Stars Ran Red, but to be honest nobody seemed to take an interest. This is fine, I’m unsure of the final product myself and I’ve READ it, I can’t blame others for not wanting to commit.
I think it dawned on me these last couple of weeks that I’m completely losing my conviction for writing, and I’ve just about lost any trust in my own abilities — probably the reason I’m creating distractions for myself. I have no faith in my writing anymore, and apparently that’s overwhelming my want to actually sit down and get on with it. Meh, bleh, whatever… I always end up getting negative about this shit.
Maybe I should just admit I seem to write more about not writing, than I do about actually writing.




