Burnout, or How I really messed up this whole writing thing

Burnout.

We’ve all been there, when we’ve just had enough to the point where even the mention of the task sends us running in the other direction.

That’s where I’ve been, running.

When I finished my first draft, I wanted to just get the editing out of the way and get closer to finishing my book. Yet, so much as opening the document was a chore, and I kept putting it off and off and off..

There came a point where I no longer opened it, nor checked my emails, nor checked this blog. I just wanted nothing to do with my book. And to be honest, it terrified me. The thought of putting all this work into a book and then just giving up on it. It’s not me, I’m too stubborn to give up. This all felt far too familiar, taking me back to my highschool days where I would stare at my math homework for hours and not take a single number in. That’s when I realised I had burnt out.

And so, I decided to just go with the flow and leave my work alone, hoping my love for writing would rekindle. Sure enough, here I am! Ready to send my characters on more ridiculous adventures as my writing journey continues.

Now comes the time for reflection, and I have to ask: Why did I burn out?

It hit me in that place where many realisations come: the shower. What did I do the moment I started writing? I researched how professional authors write, and started doing what they did.

“But Ari,” you might say, “isn’t that a good idea?”

It’s a brilliant idea, as long as you take others methods as advice and not law as I did. Silly me assumed that because it worked for others, it would work for me too.

I know I hate deadlines, it’s why I hate setting goals, or dreams with a time limit as I like to call them. So why on Earth did I think giving myself a year to write my first draft would be a good idea? And then I forced myself to write everyday, regulary update my blog and Instagram, keep my book on my mind 24/7.

In my mind, writing changed from a hobby to a job. I forgot why I was writing a book in the first place, because I want to tell a story, because it’s fun.

This time around, no more daily word limits, no more set times to finish certain tasks, and no more forcing myself to write. From now on, I write when I feel like it.

Only took me far too long to figure this all out. I blame the caffine and lack of sleep, it messes with my mind 😛

 

~~ Ari

🙂

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Finishing a book is hard!

I know exactly what I need to write, I know how the final scene has to play out and what each character will do and say. Yet, I’m writing at a snails pace.

Had a bit of a setback last week where I realised what I had written didn’t quite work. There was a scene involving a building being blown up, which wasn’t an issue until I was informed that the explosives weren’t positioned in such a way that the building would come down.

One tiny mistake ended up forcing me to cut and rewrite a large chunk of that chapter because now it didn’t make sense for the characters to end up where they did. Although I’m still not happy with what I wrote, it’ll do for now. I’ll attack it again in draft 2.

I’m so close to finishing, if I could get out more than a couple hundred words a day, I’d easily finish by the end of the week.

Ugh.

~~ Ari