I'm not writing
Sometimes it’s so hard to sit down and write. I am motivated to work on my new book idea, I want to write it, in theory. But practically, I don’t want to do it. I just cannot start.
Why is it so hard?
So now I am writing this post, procrastinating. So stupid. But that’s better than nothing, right? Argh.
Somewhere in this month I decided to write at least an hour a day. That plan was executed for exactly two days. Then I stopped again. In those two days I wrote like eight hours in total. Once in a flow, I couldn’t stop. I love it too much. I get excited. It went so well.
But for some days now I haven’t touched it. It’s so hard. I just don’t want to start. I know I would probably like it. I probably would find my way into a flow thing. Why is it so difficult to start?
It's not easy to pull the bulky boat through the sticky sand, like it's holding on to it. But once the boat is gliding into the hopeful, smooth blue... Ok.
Anyway, somehow balance doesn’t work well for me when it comes to being creative. Maybe I should just accept it. I don’t know. But I also want to see progress. In theory, I really much want to write it! I want to see this book get into shape, become real. I want to have written it. I should push myself. I want to push myself more.
Well, maybe tomorrow.
Good night, people.