Disappearing into that place of perfect inspiration is a rare treat for me these days. That place where words flow like water, where ideas spill from the my keyboard like stardust. The ideas are alive in my head, they’re pounding in my heart, but they’re not getting onto the paper. Something is getting in the way of my writing.
What is it?
This year, I set myself the task of finally doing something with my blog, getting it out there and getting people to read it. So far, I think that part is going really well. Even better, I’ve met some amazing people and fantastic writers along the way. I’m no longer the weirdo who keeps little notebooks hidden all over the house, who speaks my characters’ dialogue out loud as I walk to walk. I’m the writer who keeps little notebooks hidden all over the house, who speaks my characters’ dialogue out loud as I walk to walk. I feel like a writer again, in a way even publishing my book couldn’t make me feel. Because I think like one again.
But my blog is getting in the way of my novel, my stories, my plans for the future. It’s not because it’s taking up too much time, it’s because my focus is wrong. Previously, my focus was on my novel and blogging had to fit in around that. Ever since I wrote my short story, it’s been all about the blog and not at all about the novel.
Well, that stops now.
I love my blog, but I’m an author, not a blogger. There are already a million things trying to steal focus from my writing, I can’t let my writing be another one of them.
Being a writer is tough. Being a writer with a day job is even harder. Being a writer with a day job who’s trying to promote herself so people will buy her book is even harder plus one.
I can see why this happened. I’m sure I’m not the first, probably won’t be the last.
So for all of us our there letting everything else get in the way of our writing: stop it!
The writer has spoken.