I’ve started this post at least five times in the last ten minutes which is possibly another sign of the trend I’ve noticed. I can’t decide what I want to do. I mean, I know that I have all this creative energy that I need to find a home for, but the question of how I want to spend it is still unanswered.
My writing is going well; much better than I could have hoped really. After only eighteen months of writing, my success rate has been pretty high depending on how you define success. Only recently have I nailed my first publication, but I have another coming up in January and I’m on a solid Honorable Mention streak with the Writers of the Future. Many, many people enter that contest for years before getting anything more than a straight rejection.
But here it is November 25th and I still haven’t started my fourth quarter story. I don’t even have an idea of what I want to write. Sure I have ideas, but nothing that I think is the right stuff for the contest. Every time I think I want to write I end up doing something else. Usually drawing but sometimes playing video games or annoying my wife or having a beer or watching football. The distraction doesn’t necessarily matter so much as the real issue, procrastination.
All of these things, even drawing, are really just reasons not to write. This blog post is more or less a reason not to write. I went through this last year too except I didn’t have any other creative outlet to soak up the energy. I think I need to put the pan and pencil away until I’ve finished something for the contest. I write well under pressure but I hate sending a hurried piece out to WotF.
