I have been attempting to write my second novel for over a year now. It’s slow progress. There are many days I don’t write anything. Why? At the moment I don’t even have a day job. There is no reason not to write. But I don’t. I have already written one novel so I can kind of do it. I have plenty of time. I have a shiny new Apple Mac to write on.
I procrastinate. I exercise, cook, go for walks. I even occasionally do house work. I read a lot. But I don’t write.
I feel like I am being paralysed. I am up to my neck in quicksand. Why don’t I write?
I suppose I was so disappointed at the failure to get a publisher for my novel that I have lost confidence. I did self publish but I don’t feel like a proper writer. I think that is the problem. I am not a proper writer. I don’t have a proper job. There is something in our culture and in my mind that does not regard writing as a serious activity. I am just messing about. I should be working. I think of working as doing something you hate for money.
I need to get out of this mindset. I need to change the way I think about it. I need to take myself seriously and respect myself.
I will write every day. For the rest of my life. Even if it’s only a blog post or a journal entry.
I will write every day.