Give Yourself a Little Grace

If you’ve been following this blog, you’ll know about my struggle with discipline, writing, and general disinterest. Here’s a refresher if you want to dive into that. Here’s another. I’ve been wrestling with it for a while now. When I came across this article by Kate Angus, I was floored.

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Writing through Insomnia

Insomnia is a thing, and I’ve had it for a few days now. Just when I think I’ll be tired enough to fall asleep, I’m not. In hopes of sleeping soon, I’ll share some fiction. I’m going to make this up right now. No thinking. Just writing.

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Writing Prompts Are Better Than Claw Machines

In February, I decided to try daily writing prompts. Thought it would get me in the groove of writing, and it did. But only when I was responding to them. It might have helped if I actually made it routine, but in the end, I only did it for two days. That’s not a routine. That’s not even an attempt at a routine! Let’s not kid ourselves. But here’s a piece of one of those writing prompts.

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Character Development in Story Structure

I got some free books on writing at a writing conference a few years ago and am finally getting around to reading one of them. Naturally, I chose the one that looks like a textbook! Maybe you’ve heard of it—The Story Grid: What Good Editors Know by Shawn Coyne. I began it a while ago, and at first, I mumbled under my breath “You can’t put everything in nice, little boxes. Stories aren’t like that.” and would set the book aside annoyed. But after a few months’ sabbatical from it, I picked it up again and reread some of the sections, this time a little less annoyed. In fact, not annoyed at all.

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Writing is a Marathon

I’m working on my graphics. Always hoping to improve!

Writing is a marathon, and I’m failing. I started the race full on, sprinting with the best of them, but somewhere after the first mile, I lost speed, energy, and motivation. I’m now walking, sometimes even crawling. The finish line is nowhere in sight, and sometimes I feel like I’ve lost the path, turned down a dirt road that wasn’t there in the first place. It was a mirage, imagined up in my desperation. That’s what it is—desperation.

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