I Didn’t Procrastinate Today

I didn’t procrastinate yesterday, either. Over the past two days, I’ve written more than I have in the last six months combined. And, because I didn’t procrastinate, I finished something that I’ve been wanting to finish for a while now. Granted, I still have to edit it, but I finally finished writing the fifth installment of my Declevon Blackmoon series.

This story shouldn’t have taken me as long as it did. I’ve had the story for it in my head since I finished the previous installment. All I had to do was type it up. For whatever reason, I couldn’t do it. When I had some free time, I’d read instead. Or play video games. Or watch something on one of the ten thousand streaming services that it feels like I’m signed up for at the moment. I’ve done a lot of all of those things since I started writing Blackmoon 5 (not the actual title).

Don’t get me wrong. There’s nothing wrong with doing any of those things. I enjoy doing all those things. However, if I buckled down, like I have the past two days, I’d have finished the story in a month, maybe two, instead of the fifteen months that have past since the fourth installment was published.

Damn. Fifteen months. I can’t believe it took me that long to finish this story. Seriously, I can’t believe it. When I looked up the publication date on Amazon, I had to look a few times because I thought I was seeing it incorrectly. I would have sworn it was less than a year.

Maybe I need to go back to dedicating a certain amount of time each week to writing. It doesn’t necessarily need to be the same story week to week. It just needs to be me writing something, anything. Maybe if I do that, I’ll get back into the flow I had years ago when I wrote almost every day.

Writing Woes

I wrote a post a few weeks ago about how difficult it has been recently for me to get up the energy to do any writing. I wanted to change that. I wanted to get back to a place where writing was easy, where it was fun. Well, that hasn’t really happened yet.

Since that post, I’ve written once for around a half hour. I only got out a few hundred words. It probably would have been more, but I remembered something as I was going along that made me stop. It has also made it harder for me pick it back up. I remembered a question that Baby E asked me a while back. She asked me when I was going to write a book that she could take to school and have it be read.

Now, none of the books that I’ve written have had anything too terrible in them. They aren’t exactly kid friendly either. Not anything I want my 9 year old to read anyway.

There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for my little girl, but this is something that I’m not sure I can do. My writing, for the most part, contains a fair bit of darkness in it. I’m not sure I’d be able to tone it down enough to get through an entire story. Besides, I don’t even know if I could come up with a story that would interest 9-10 year olds. I didn’t read that much back when I was that age and things are a lot different now than they were back then. I don’t know if they’d like the same things I did when I was their age, let alone the things I like now. More than likely, if I attempt this, it will be a huge failure.

I know some of you might be thinking, “She’s your daughter. She’ll be proud of you no matter what,” and you’d probably be right. For now, anyway. She’s quickly approaching the age when parents becoming embarrassing.

Still, if I do this, I want it to be something worth her being proud of.

My Writing Problem

I kind of have an unusual problem when it comes to writing.  Most people, when they’re having trouble writing, can’t come up with anything to write. Writer’s block sucks…..or so I’ve been told. I don’t know, as I’ve never suffered from writer’s block. I always have something to write, which is kind of my problem. I have too much to write. Plus, I have too much time to think of stuph to write. The only problem is that I don’t have enough time to write.

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