Today I got some new books, not for fiction reading (which is also incredibly important), but I decided that if I wasn’t going to take a writing class this summer (like I had been planning to…), I had to get some real writing books and buckle down and just do it.
As I’ve probably stated on this blog before, I love writing. It is near and dear to my heart and it would be a dream come true to be able to make a living off of writing some day. However, writing is typically a pretty solitary endeavor and I am a hopelessly extroverted person. Yes, I know that there are critique groups and writing clubs and things like that, but at least for me, I need to be alone if I’m actually going to do any productive writing, which I also suspect is the case for many other people.
Thus, it is really, really, really hard for me to make myself sit down and just write sometimes. I love being around people and socializing and getting out of the house. In fact, I actually get really antsy and even cranky when I’m trapped inside for too long. It will usually get to the point where I’m literally doing nothing but sitting around and I still won’t be able to convince myself to write.
But I think that at this time in my life it’s about time that I either give up writing or really get going. After all, I’m not in school for English and I really don’t plan on it. My reasoning behind that is I really do not want to teach, which is what I feel like I’ll end up doing if I don’t have a novel or something take off soon enough. Now, I love teachers. I love taking classes in everything, including writing, but it’s just not for me.
So here I go. It’s time to get serious and do this.
Do any of you guys feel like you have to force yourselves to write even though you love it? I know that’s a weird dichotomy, but I’m sure there must be others out there. What do you do? Let me know in the comments below!
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