Making a not so rash decision
I failed.
Again.
Another November came and went and I find myself thousands of words short of having a completed novel for NaNoWriMo.
Granted, I did feel under the weather for part of the month, but in and of itself I find it difficult to use that as an excuse.
Instead I find myself faced with an unsettling reality:
I'm just not cut out to write full length fiction.
I still think of myself as a writer; as a sports blogger and as a song lyricist I feel confident in my skill set.
However, I simply have no other explanation for my failures in completing a long form work of fiction than to believe that I lack the talent to achieve in that arena.
I've had two protagonists from two different series rattling around in my brain for damn near a decade now and while Incan envision some of their stories in my head, I can't make the connection between what I see and hear inside my head leave the confines of my grey matter and make an appearance on my digital screen. Hell, I can't make it appear on traditional paper beyond a few loose words here and there.
I though that the restrictive confines of having to write so many words in 30 days would force the issue but instead it became paralyzing on another level.
So that's it. I can't force this to happen, and maybe I'll be better off if I let this pipe dream go.
Again.
Another November came and went and I find myself thousands of words short of having a completed novel for NaNoWriMo.
Granted, I did feel under the weather for part of the month, but in and of itself I find it difficult to use that as an excuse.
Instead I find myself faced with an unsettling reality:
I'm just not cut out to write full length fiction.
I still think of myself as a writer; as a sports blogger and as a song lyricist I feel confident in my skill set.
However, I simply have no other explanation for my failures in completing a long form work of fiction than to believe that I lack the talent to achieve in that arena.
I've had two protagonists from two different series rattling around in my brain for damn near a decade now and while Incan envision some of their stories in my head, I can't make the connection between what I see and hear inside my head leave the confines of my grey matter and make an appearance on my digital screen. Hell, I can't make it appear on traditional paper beyond a few loose words here and there.
I though that the restrictive confines of having to write so many words in 30 days would force the issue but instead it became paralyzing on another level.
So that's it. I can't force this to happen, and maybe I'll be better off if I let this pipe dream go.
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