I picked that quote, mostly because it made me chuckle. I know the myth goes that writing is easy and perfect and never work, but that’s bullshit. Sometimes it is work, and I’m okay with that. But on the flip-side, I haven’t written at all this week, and I’ll be honest … I didn’t miss it. I thought about doing it, I knew I should do it because I’d made the goal, but I didn’t spend the whole week beating myself up over it.
That is relativity new for me. I excel at beating myself up for not being perfect, all the time, every day. I know this probably isn’t the thing “real” writers should say – because “real” writers are supposed to either a) write orgasmically every day, or b) grind it out robotically no matter what else is going on in their life. Which I also think is bullshit. I could get into a big rant about how most writing “rules” are written by already established white dudes, usually in their 50s or older, with fewer family and societal obligations, running their mouth about a lifestyle that most unpublished writers (especially writers who are women) can’t maintain.
But I’ll attempt to stop there, before I go into the whole spiel. That’s another blog.
Instead of orgasmically writing (or grinding) something out … I wrote a 3000+ word blog, does that count? Sure, it’s not my original goal of writing fiction, but I put words on the page. And this week, that’s enough. I spent most of the week reading, and I’m not gonna lie, it was fucking great. I’d been struggling with a Guy in Real Life (see previous blog) for almost two weeks – to better frame my frustration: I can read a 300 page book in anywhere from 1 to 5 days, my average is 3 – it was a huge relief to get GIRL off my mental docket.
After that I blew through Shades of Milk and Honey (review pending after a reread) and then dove straight into Dragonfly in Amber. Starting the next in the Outlander series was like falling into a cozy night with old friends. Incredibly satisfying.
Do I hope for more progress on The Secret Nerd Project next week? Sure, of course. Progress is the whole purpose of ROW for me. But for right now, I’m glad I spent the week reading instead. I feel like, because I allowed myself to rest, my writing will be that much better next week. And now, on that note … I’m going to read some more Dragonfly and fall into bed as early as I can.
Until next week, fellow writers. 🙂