Writers Block

Have you heard of the contest NaNoWriMo?

If you haven't, then you should look it up. National Novel Writing Month is a month long writing contest in which you try to write 50,000 words or more durring the month of November. This will be my third year doing it, and sadly, I have not won a single time.

Throughout my time attempting this insane and wonderful idea, I have noticed a horrible pattern that I have. I'll wait for NaNo with bated breath. As soon as it arives, I'll go flying, and the first week goes amazingly well. Then I hit my Week Two Writers Block.

Week Two Writers Block goes as such. I would rather be doing anything than working on my book. I spend infinite amounts of time on facebook and other such nonsence, and do almost nothing on my book.

This is also the time that all of the other book ideas that I have stored in my mind begin to make noise, trying to make me work on them. If that doesn't work then they decide to invite a few friends over, and suddenly I am awash and drowning with all the ideas. I keep trying to work on the one that I have chosen for this year, but it becomes harder and harder.

It's not even that I don't like my original idea. I really want to see it finished and then hopefully published by DAW because they are amazing. It's just that, at that point, every other idea seems so much better, as though they all have more potential than the one that I am working on now.

the killer though is that I know they don't. They are just as half formed as the one and I'm working on.

I admit that it is fully my fault. ...Okay, only partially my fault, for I have no control over what my books do. I just wish that they would be a bit more considerate. The faster that I get done with the one I'm working on, the sooner I can get to the rest.

Cheers,
Hayley

Introduction I Suppose

I suppose that I should explain why I started this blog.

I want to be a writer. I want to write books, poems, maybe songs. And it's not so much that I want to write these things, because I already do, I already have. What I want to do is be published.

I want to make my living by selling my books. I want people to like what I write and follow what I do. Typing it out seems so selfish, but I suppose that there is nothing else to it really.

Just the fact that I am writing a blog means that I think highly of myself; that I think that others want to read what I have to say.

But dreams are dreams, and I deserve to have them just as much as the next person. Now all I have to do is actually finish one of my books.

Well, until next time,
Hayley