I’ve been in a funk the past two years writing-wise. I’ve started but not finished several projects. After several years of finishing projects reliably in about six months, I find myself falling out of a love with a project, fumbling with it for a few months, and then, abandoning it altogether. I can’t seem to find a reasonable level of satisfaction with anything I’m writing. It’s driving me nuts.
I tried making adjustments. I quit a large chunk of social media, which took away time from writing and distracted me. I reduced my blog posting frequency hoping that if I focused more squarely on the project at hand that I’d get in the groove and finish the complete first draft. Nothing has really worked.
My current project has been on pause for three weeks now. I’ve written about a third of it and I’ve edited that third multiple times. I’m still not happy with it. I’ve considered how to make it better, but every time I think about it, I get discouraged. The story works in my mind. It’s not translating to the page, and by the way, editing is not fun. It’s not my forte for sure.
I’ve been writing since I was nine years old. Six years ago, I decided to get serious about it and work toward the goal of getting published. Out of the gate, I finished my first novel in about six months. It still sits in a virtual drawer on my hard drive. Nevertheless, it felt good to finish that novel and the six others I’ve since completed, but none of them have gone anywhere because I hate editing. Editing is like cleaning up the morning after a great party when you’re hungover. It’s like eating broccoli when everyone else is having ice cream.
My solution is to go back to school. Later this spring, I plan to take a college writing course. My primary resolution this year is to improve my writing. If I can accomplish that this year, then I think I’ll get my groove back. At least that’s my hope.