When people ask me what my writing process is, I have no idea.
Recently Hubs tried to help me through a long stretch of writer’s block by giving me a daily writing exercise. While I appreciate the thought, I wasn’t able to continue with the exercise after just a week.
What happened? Did I get lazy? Did I get so stuck for words that I couldn’t even write even just a paragraph a day?
Not really. The opposite happened. I stumbled across a topic that I enjoyed writing about so much that it became a full short story project. The project went from a one-day project to a one week project.
The Hubs made an observation tonight about “see what happened the moment you took the daily exercise into your own hands; you stopped doing it.”
I resented the implication. I explained what I had been doing.
And he insisted his point; that I should have stuck to writing short daily exercises so that it became a routine.
What he wasn’t seeing was that I was using the time I spent writing the short daily exercises on the work that’s inspired me. I said that I simply didn’t have the time in my day between my day job & my writing projects to complete the daily exercise he held me accountable for.
I told him so; only to be met with, “you can use whatever excuse you want. You can always make time.”
At that point I got up from our week night talk and said, “fine, I’ll go write right now. I should be making time to be writing, right? Then I don’t need to spend time talking to you about this.”
Immature? Yes, I thought so. I was upset. I felt that he wasn’t hearing me. I also felt that he wasn’t the best person to give me writing advice; I resented the implications that he made towards me lacking discipline.
Even though the discussion upset me, I took away from it what I could. I need to write, every day. Doesn’t matter what, doesn’t matter where. So… expect to see a lot more content here as I continue this uphill struggle with getting these words out of my head.