I told you I am writing a book, right? Well, I’m stuck. It’s been like this for a few weeks. I have read it from page one, hoping that by the time I got to the part where I was I would know how to continue.
Didn’t happen the way I had planned. So… I can’t find a way to get inspired enough to get over that bump. I don’t want to erase it because it is an important part of the story, which I think I just made a little too complicated for myself. But I really want to find a way out. I have been feeling inspired to write this last week, especially. It has even crossed my mind to start something new. But that’s exactly what I shouldn’t do right now. I want to finish this story and share it with everyone who wants to read it. I don’t want to be labeled ‘struggling writer’ by the time I’m 40. I don’t want to have multiple unfinished stories on my laptop. Where am I going with this? Let me explain. I never had to finish anything in my life. As soon as I got sick in high school, I just gave up. I stopped trying to go to school after a month or two. When I was young, I didn’t want to go to ballet lessons anymore, so I stopped going. When I was a little older I stopped liking my weekly piano lessons… so guess what? Whenever I got stuck with one of my stories I would just put it aside and start writing something new. You won’t believe how many stories I have started but never finished or tried to finish. Most of them are halfway through and divided over 3 computers, 2 laptops and an iPad. At least, I think that’s it. But this time, I don’t want to give up. I want to keep going, no matter how hard it gets… or is. All of this is bigger than just a story I made up. It’s about finally finishing something. Something I’ve put hours into. No, months. I started writing this story June ’14. I’m too far to give up. Or even to just put it aside for a little bit. No I want to keep going, because I have to. Not for the story, not for anything else like that but for myself. I have to learn how to keep going when things don’t go the way I had planned. In the beginning, these words would just come, I wouldn’t even think about it. I would turn on some music or sit in absolute silence and just write. The kind of writing any other person would get annoyed by because my fingers are racing over my keyboard – kind of writing. But these days, weeks, I can’t seem to get any further. Not one word. Even these entries suffer because of it. I’m so focused on writing my book I can’t think of topics to write about. But I have a good feeling about this. My heart is in everything I write. Time for me to share it with the world. Please, share your thoughts and/or experiences in the comments, Or send me an email -> contact form. You can also talk to me on twitter @uGottaLoveAimee. Remember… I want to know what you think. Your opinion matters!
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AuthorMy passion is writing. I started writing stories when I was only 6 years old and I still do it today. Blogging is something I've been wanting to do for a long time, so here we are. Archives
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