
I feel like I have failed.
Theoretically, I know, not waiting for motivation or inspiration when it comes to writing is a very wise way of going about your craft.
Reality is different.
In reality, I am struggling with feeling like I give a damn about this story and what the characters feel. My poor, beautiful, characters with all their problems and emotions. I want to honor them in the stories I write, but now my point feels moot.
Failure is a stepping stone to success, it is part of the eventual process we must overcome.
I can own my failure, as I call it, and allow it to help me write better stories, or I can feel ashamed of myself for trying.
If I am being honest, I have enough in my life to feel ashamed of, I choose to use this as a lesson to grow.
So what did I do today?
I restored my dopamine levels.
My bed knows me intimately now, the blankets are my friends.
Though I still feel tired, and I know I will not meet my goal of 50,000 words. I am still happy that I can and will keep writing.
Word Count: 34,761 words
See you tomorrow, friends.