I’m off work this week so am trying to find some time to catch up on the various writing projects I’m working on. It’s famine and feast when it comes to my writing. The day job has been taking up so much time these last few months that I’ve barely been able to touch the other stuff. Hopefully, that’s going to change over the next few days, though. There are only 24 hours in a day so I need to make the most of the available free time.
I always get nervous when I return to creative writing after a break. What if I can’t do it anymore, reduced to staring at a blank screen for hours on end? The dreaded writer’s block which I’ve largely avoided so far on my writing journey. Or what if I can write but it’s unadulterated rubbish, not worthy of seeing the light of day? I’ve worked too hard to build up a half-decent reputation for it to disappear in a puff of smoke.
Getting back on the horse is never easy. I always find writing, like most other pursuits I partake in, much easier if I stick at them consistently. I just charge on, head down, not allowing the self-doubt to surface and overwhelm me. I’ve seen so many talented writers, much more talented than me, just give up and drift away because they lost heart. Constant knock-backs can do that to the most determined soul.
I’ve felt like that. I’ve been close to giving up. What’s the point, banging your head off a brick wall every day only to be met with rejection and indifference. It’s tough, but I persevere because the alternative is somewhere I don’t want to be, someone I don’t want to be. I know there are people out there who want me to fail but I won’t give them the satisfaction. So, this week I plot and edit and write. I know no other way.