My goal this weekend was to start and finish a short story in order to get the idea cleared out of my mind, and the mission was accomplished. Often when I'm working on stories, I'll get ideas for all sorts of other, completely unrelated plots and characters--some of which end up being fruitful while others are destined to simply clutter my documents folder--and if I have an idea that I really like, it can lead to a lot of distraction from the main project I'm trying to finish. That's the issue I've been having this past week.
However, despite all of that, I have made progress on the story that is at the top of my priorities list to finish. It's still nowhere near being done, but I have moved it forward somewhat, and any victory, however small, is still a victory.
I'm currently in the middle of trying to balance my time between a lot of things (a.k.a. classes and tests), and those things are causing me so much stress that even when I have downtime, I don't want to do anything with it. I feel an utter lack of motivation. I've got twelve days and three tests standing between me and going home for a week, and it's all I can do right now to not just stare at the wall in my free time, so I see this weekend having been quite an accomplishment. What makes me sad is when I realize how sometimes I used to write every spare waking moment. I'm just so tired right now.
I'm doing my best to get in a post once a week, whether or not I have a lot to say. Most of them are probably going to be writing updates in a similar style to this one, though if I have anything exceedingly exciting happen to me, I might share that with you guys.
Tschüs!
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