I’m super stoked about the book I started writing in November. I’ve become rather impressed at the direction it’s taken, and the themes that are being drawn out of it. I’ve gotten really great feedback on what I’ve written so far, with the general consensus that people are excited to read it when it’s finished.
My problem is that I struggle to find the motivation to keep writing. I’m about halfway done with my first draft and I’ve hit a point where I’m just slogging through it. In the beginning, I was cranking out 1300 to 2000 words a night. Now, I’m lucky if I manage to jot down a couple hundred.
There’s too much distraction and I’m too easily swayed by it. I feel like I’m fighting myself on finishing this novella. I’ll sit down to write, and nothing comes. Well, nothing comes as easily as it once did. Par of it is that it’s been about six months since I worked on it, so there’s the aspect of re-immersing myself in that story. But I’m also struggling to be disciplined enough to just sit the fuck down and fucking write.
Why is this so hard? If you need me, you can find me staring blankly at a blinking cursor, willing myself to finish this damn book.
Anyway, here’s a poster of the gorgeous @eirenne from her set Map It Out:
