
Everyone has heard of writers block, a time where the motivation or creativity to write is just out of reach. I have what I like to call writers procrastination. I have hundreds of stories all flitting through my mind together, competing to make it to the surface. So many ideas pass my mind that my brain reroutes to other tasks in order to avoid making a decision.
My whole life I have dreamed of being a writer, of being able to use words to evoke the kinds of emotions that I have felt hundreds of times over the years while reading other peoples work. Every new story I come across combines inside me to create new story ideas, and I can never seem to put them into words on my own page.
A professional would probably claim that my hesitation stems from my desire for perfection without correction, but I can only partially agree with that. I definitely have a desire to create a perfect piece that rivals some of my favorites, but my true hesitation comes from my fear of failure. My fear that I will put my heart and soul into something that at the end of the day will amount to nothing except wasted time and a fizzled out dream.
This year has been my most creative year by far. Work has had my cup overflowing which has pushed me to find an outlet that makes me feel fulfilled without expectation. I have written almost 10,000 words this year alone in the first draft of my fantasy novel, which I am hoping to motivate myself into doubling that by the end of December.
There is always conflicting desires within me, pulling me between my desire to create and my desire to absorb others creations. Sometimes I feel as though I am a sponge with nothing to wring me out. One of my goals is to hold myself accountable and finish writing my book even if I am the only one to ever read it. My life is shifting and I am ready to bring you along with me on my writing journey.
I think it’s time to stop procrastinating.

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