My motivation has been non-existent this week. I re-worked story beats on Tuesday, then forced out 248 words on Wednesday. I couldn’t even come up with an extra two to make it 250!
I’ve been struggling a lot with my writing goals. I started out the year resolved to turn writing into my career, to take it seriously as a money-making venture, to invest in it with the expectation that it will become my means of support. And immediately writing became hard work again.
The practical side of my head was pushing me to write practically — stop with Tassamara, start a New Adult series, look at the market and write what’s selling, in a fast and furious sort of way, and in response, the creative side of my brain went on strike. But I think the war between the two sides reached a detente yesterday, when I read Writing Reality on wonkomance. Not that I need to add armpit hair or condoms to my stories, but I need to write the way I write. Writing for someone else isn’t going to work, so I might as well not even try.
At our Wednesday indie alliance meeting, I copied down a quote from a book of Geoff’s that said, “Write for the person you know best: yourself.” I may have to paint it in giant letters across my wall so that I can start every day seeing it, but that’s what I’m going to try to do. And now, I’m going to get to it.
Goal for today: get unstuck.