|What I wish writing looked like|
|What writing actually looks like|
Lately, my brain has felt like melting ice cream. My ideas feel soggy and my stories feel unwritable. My will power is most definitely shot. Weirdly enough, I don’t feel as stressed by this as I probably should be. Summer has always been a lazy season for me.
But I am trying to get better. I have a few goals I’d like to accomplish, if not by the end of summer, then at least by the end of the year. Writing-wise, I want to finish the first draft of at least one longer project. I’ve also been thinking about posting a short story or two on Figment. (I have an account, but I haven’t used it much yet.)
I’m also trying to read more. Most days I waste hours on the computer and go to bed feeling drained and depressed. I’ve been working my way through the Bloody Jack series (it’s amazing, especially if you like ships and the ocean and the whole wooden-ships-and-iron-men genre, which I do). I also just started rereading the Artemis Fowl series, and I’m about a quarter of the way through The Whispering Skull by Jonathon Stroud.
Basically, I’ve just realized that I wasted a good chunk of my summer and I’m trying to salvage as much of it as I can. At the same time, I’m trying not to be too hard on myself because I really have enjoyed the chance to relax and slack off a bit. I’ll probably never be one of those people who can turn out half a book in a day, and that’s okay. Enjoying the process (at least some of the time) is what’s really important.