I love writing and I love story telling. I always have amazing ideas and I start them off really well, but then the procrastination begins.
I look at my work and I begin to wonder if I can actually finish the story. There are so many good writers out there, why would I have the chance of being published? The self-hate of my writing starts clawing at me on the inside and my mind begins to doubt my abilities to succeed.
'I will only go on this website for a couple of minutes,' I'd tell myself, but then two hours later I'm still on it and I no longer have the desire to write. My procrastination is my personal demon and my desire to finish my story is thrown out the window.
With the uni semester coming to an end, I've found my love of writing again and have started a story last week. I'm 6k into it and I'm doing well. Although, the low self-esteem has come out to play more than once, I've forced myself to ignore it and continued plugging on. It's only a short anthology story and I only 4k more to write. I had aimed to get it done by June 1st, yet the day is here and it's not finished. However, I have forced myself not to be upset about it. It was my own deadline and I had wanted to start on something else at the beginning of June (while leaving this story for a couple of weeks, before going back to edit it.).
Surprisingly enough, with enough self-reassurance, I'm not as angry at myself as I thought I'd be. I can do it, I'm telling myself, and I need to stop with all the self-hate because in the end, I'm my own worst enemy.
So today, my goal is to finish my anthology story (which only has two and a half scenes left) and I'm going to be proud of myself. And if I don't get it done, then that's okay. I always have tomorrow.
I look at my work and I begin to wonder if I can actually finish the story. There are so many good writers out there, why would I have the chance of being published? The self-hate of my writing starts clawing at me on the inside and my mind begins to doubt my abilities to succeed.
'I will only go on this website for a couple of minutes,' I'd tell myself, but then two hours later I'm still on it and I no longer have the desire to write. My procrastination is my personal demon and my desire to finish my story is thrown out the window.
With the uni semester coming to an end, I've found my love of writing again and have started a story last week. I'm 6k into it and I'm doing well. Although, the low self-esteem has come out to play more than once, I've forced myself to ignore it and continued plugging on. It's only a short anthology story and I only 4k more to write. I had aimed to get it done by June 1st, yet the day is here and it's not finished. However, I have forced myself not to be upset about it. It was my own deadline and I had wanted to start on something else at the beginning of June (while leaving this story for a couple of weeks, before going back to edit it.).
Surprisingly enough, with enough self-reassurance, I'm not as angry at myself as I thought I'd be. I can do it, I'm telling myself, and I need to stop with all the self-hate because in the end, I'm my own worst enemy.
So today, my goal is to finish my anthology story (which only has two and a half scenes left) and I'm going to be proud of myself. And if I don't get it done, then that's okay. I always have tomorrow.
