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S1: Day 47 (47)
Oct. 16th, 2019 12:45 pmWord Count: 194.
Another small day, but I loved what I wrote, and that is a HUGE victory sometimes. I like the words I'm putting out, and I like the story and where it's going. Once I get back into the swing of feeling like myself, I have a feeling the words will just pour out of me and become an unstoppable force.
I'm still looking at my projects as more of a list of tasks rather than a word count goal. If I think of all the words I need to "catch up", I'm going to have a meltdown. You know?
Currently, I'm writing this at the library and while I haven't written words yet, I feel very...in tune with my thoughts. I wrote a personal blog entry before writing out this one, and I came to a lot of interesting conclusions.
I'm trying to shove myself into a box. It's a box that has been presented to me by the people in my life. They expect me to fit in the box and to do things a specific way. It's not working, because I do not feel like myself in the box. I'm not sure if MY box is a different material, or a different shape, or a different size, but whatever it is, it isn't the one I'm currently trying to reside in.
But this revelation has been good for me in that it'll bring back the spark in my creativity that has been missing for so long. The spark that made me love what I do. I need to keep the flame fanned and going. When I'm not creating, I'm a miserable troll. It's my lifeblood.
Another small day, but I loved what I wrote, and that is a HUGE victory sometimes. I like the words I'm putting out, and I like the story and where it's going. Once I get back into the swing of feeling like myself, I have a feeling the words will just pour out of me and become an unstoppable force.
I'm still looking at my projects as more of a list of tasks rather than a word count goal. If I think of all the words I need to "catch up", I'm going to have a meltdown. You know?
Currently, I'm writing this at the library and while I haven't written words yet, I feel very...in tune with my thoughts. I wrote a personal blog entry before writing out this one, and I came to a lot of interesting conclusions.
I'm trying to shove myself into a box. It's a box that has been presented to me by the people in my life. They expect me to fit in the box and to do things a specific way. It's not working, because I do not feel like myself in the box. I'm not sure if MY box is a different material, or a different shape, or a different size, but whatever it is, it isn't the one I'm currently trying to reside in.
But this revelation has been good for me in that it'll bring back the spark in my creativity that has been missing for so long. The spark that made me love what I do. I need to keep the flame fanned and going. When I'm not creating, I'm a miserable troll. It's my lifeblood.
