Still Working

So, before I talked about it being time to panic, and that’s what I’ve been doing for the past couple of days, and yet I haven’t even made a dent. Anyone who thinks Creative Writing is an easy course, it isn’t. I have a film script to do, very short, but still looking for the idea, craft books to look through, a Reading as a Writer to start drafting on a book that makes me cringe, and many words to write for my dissertation.

Panic no longer covers it.




It’s so hard to find the motivation to do anything, sometimes. Like work, writing, and even sometimes reading. Right now, I cannot find the strength to do anything but sink into easy books and ignore the craft texts sitting next to me that I need to go through. It can be the same with writing. I’d rather escape into someone else’s world that already built and requires little effort on my part, than work on my own.

I’d like, now, to be able to offer some brilliant words of advice that will get anyone out of this laziness, but I only have one. Try. Nothing more than that. Try to get out of it and you’ll probably manage. Usually, for me, this is brought on by panic. I’ll start freaking myself out about not having done any of the work I needed to and I won’t feel better until it’s done.

It’s time to panic.


Book Headache

Warning to all writers and reader. This is probably something you’ve already come across if you’ve gone through a stage of reading compulsively for even just one day. The dreaded book headache. I made the not so bad mistake of wanting to start a series of books. A series that had another series before it that I also wanted to reread first. And, since I didn’t have much else to do this week, I read. All five books of the first series. In three days. And, right now, I’ve managed to get through the first two books of the second series, which, looking at the page count, add up to all the books in the other series combined. And now my head really hurts. Luckily, I’ve run out of books that I’m desperate to read and that I can find under my bed (which is where I keep my unread books) so I can recover in peace.

Pace yourselves.