I have a secret to confess. It’s been almost three weeks since I’ve worked on my writing. (And no, blogging does not count as writing.) In my mind I label these two things entirely different. It’s not because I haven’t wanted to write, I have, but I just haven’t felt like it to be quite honest. I couldn’t help but to get a little scared by thinking that maybe I’d lost my touch, but I still love my passion of writing and I believe once someone is a writer its a part of them that can’t be ignored regardless of a temporary hiatus.
So, why haven’t I been writing? That’s a very good question. There are times when I think of doing it, like when the baby is sleeping and I have free time, but I can’t bring myself to do it because it doesn’t feel right. For me, it’s all about the feeling. I have to be in the mood to write. And that’s not a difficult task, because I love doing so, it’s just that my head hasn’t been in the right place. I’ve had all these cluttered thoughts on what it is that I want to focus my attention to in terms of my writing. So I developed the perfect idea. I embarked on a vacation from writing. That’s right. No writing, no thinking about writing, and especially no feeling bad because I wasn’t doing it. Instead, I took to my other passions. My latest obsession of arts & crafts, decorating my new home, reading anything I could get my hands on, and exploring my new surroundings where I recently moved. And I’ve enjoyed it. It’s helped tremendously to rediscover the other things that I appreciate.
I’ve read on various blogs from famous best-selling authors that it is important, if not imperative to your success, to write every single day. And while I think this is great advice, I don’t think it’s good advice for me. This is the first time I’ve taken a break from writing since I got serious about it in 2009. That’s a long time. Three years. I deserve the time to clear my thoughts. I was sick of feeling guilty for not producing fresh ideas that wowed me when I read them back to myself. My plots were beginning to feel too contrived. My characters similarities were undeniable. I produced two novels in less than a year and was struggling to pen a third. But why?I’d like to think that I’m a goal-oriented individual and the goal that I’d set for myself to complete another novel before my next child’s birth was laughing me in the face.
Then there’s the state of my two other novels, the ones I’m selling myself on Amazon as ebook and paperback editions. If I ever want to dampen my mood I can just take a quick gander at my sales, lol. Initially I’d made a habit of doing this but I came to my senses and stopped doing that to myself. I stay focused on the positive. What am I going to write next? It can be anything I want it to be. It can be a book of non-fiction humorous essays from my childhood, which I have a pretty decent amount already written for. It could be more fiction, which I have two partial manuscripts sitting on my computer luring me back to. Or perhaps it could be something entirely different. Either way I’m not going to beat myself up about it any more. Every writer is their own worst critic, but I also need to known how to be my biggest supporter. It’s important to know this if I want to flourish as a writer. My sales may not be great, I may not be cranking out novels at whirlwind speed like King, but I’m happy and at the end of the day that’s all that matters.