the writer who doesn’t write; or, what if i’m doing it all wrong?

It’s a good thing I have a day job, because I have been in a writing slump for a while now. I guess I feel like I should be writing–like if I’m not always writing, I’m not actually a writer. If I’m not writing, I don’t have stories to sell, and if my stories aren’t selling, am I even a real writer? If a tree falls in the forest, yadda yadda yadda.

I think I just want everything now, and I forget that my life is likely to be long, thus ensuring I will have a lot of time to continue making progress. It would behoove me to recall the advice a fellow creator gave me once: “Writing is like pooping. If you try to force it, it comes out all wrong!” My brain is currently occupied with… other things, but those other things make me happy, so I might as well enjoy that, right? In time, I’ll be able to write stuff again. It will sneak up on me when I least expect it. That’s usually how it works. I think I just want to use this post as a way to exorcise my worries–and to prove that I didn’t spend money on my domain name for nothing.



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