Motivation?
Where in the hell did my motivation go?
Once apon a time, I couldn’t wait to write, but now it seems when I stare at the blinking cursor on the screen, I just want to say screw it. Yet when I crawl into bed, interesting story lines seem to flood my head.
Is there something about being detached from everday life that brings out our creativity? Or is it about using a good old pen and paper to create something spectacular?
I see no good in forcing myself to write, but at the same time there’s this nagging “you should do something” voice that’s really starting to tick me off. I will, damn you! I have to be in the MOOD, right?
Maybe what this really has to do with is the fact I never did find my prefered genere. I have absolutely no idea what I like to write. Seems when a story finds me, it just pours itself out on the paper without any previous idea of what “kind” of story to write. Horror, romance (yuck), children’s, teen, or what? What exactly do I write best, anyway?
I think what I need is some serious reflection time, writing down what comes to mind as I go to appease that annoying voice in my head. See, I’m writing you jerk! It may not be the next best seller, but it’s something. Or maybe it will be? Who knows….
