If you’re a long time reader you know my struggles with motivation. Well, I feel someone else has flown the coop.
I’ve been trying to stay motivated lately but I stare at my phone more than Scrivener.
When I do write, it doesn’t feel good and the fiasco of the missing 25,000 words hasn’t helped.
I feel like any motivation I have at one moment is gone the next. That my muse has flown away. I hope her wings have been singed by the frustration and anger pouring off of me.
So I feel I’ve reached that crossroads, the move on or die point. What I call waypoints.
It’s been hectic, to say the least. My mind has broken itself up into separate entities to deal with shit. Now with the motivation to write, the feeling that I’m failing myself, and that sobriety is making me feel better, I’ve reached a waypoint.
I can stop this train right now. Get off and never struggle with writing again, or I can what I know, fix what I’ve struggled with(hint editing)and do this shit for real.
I’ll have to do things I’m not comfortable with. I know I’m not happy with how my writing or how I’ve dealt with childhood trauma, but getting better is an everyday journey.
One step after another brother, one step after another.