And remember: your story matters. Write it. <3
Well, hello. I haven’t blogged on here in a while, and even though its always my intention to do so, I just lose track of time and find myself spiraling into the rabbit hole that is YouTube or Facebook. (Bad use of time, let me tell you.)
I originally wrote this as a thread on Twitter, but I wanted to make a blog post about it, too, because I know I’m not the only one who struggles with maintaining my writing passion.
You know that feeling when you’re eyeball-deep in revision and you think your writing just SUX0RS? Yeah, well, that was me in July. I took a break from my beloved WIP, worked on something else, read a few books, etc etc.
I struggled with this revision. I LOVE this story, these characters, but I didn’t know where I was going or how to make the story I’d written into the story I wanted. I was so frustrated and exhausted that writing felt like torture. It sucked, big time. I doubted myself.
I doubted why I started writing in the first place, doubted my passion for writing, doubted everything about myself. It didn’t help that my job at the time also sucked. It still does, but not as much. But even while I was writing something new, I kept coming back to this story.
This story speaks to me as a girl who doubts herself, who wonders what’s wrong with her on a daily basis, who wonders why she’s surrounded by people who make illogical decisions. Why she’s not “like the other girls.” This story is something that needs to be written, not only for myself, but for other girls who struggle with the same thing, who are so different from their counterparts that they think there’s something wrong with them.
A girl who decides that whether or not society deems her actions “correct,” she’s going to fight for those less fortunate than herself. She fights for the poor, the disenfranchised, the downtrodden, the weak. She fights because they can’t. She tears down a monarchy built on lies.
All of this to say that I realized what I was missing was my mission, my passion, my connection to this story. And as I was reading through the words I’d written in July, I realized that I don’t suck. My writing isn’t bad. In fact, my writing is pretty dang good. What I realized was I was just in a bad headspace back then, and rewriting something that was so personal to me was bound to be hard. So I struggled, and when I exhausted myself, I forced myself to step back.
So if you’re a writer struggling with a WIP or a revision, take a step back and examine yourself. What brought you to this story? What makes you passionate about it? Rekindle that passion. Reignite the flame. And remember: your story matters. Write it. <3