GreenBanana
Loves Spam
- Joined
- Aug 28, 2011
- Posts
- 147
I'm waiting for the new Chyoo to go up because the current Chyoo is having technical issues that prevent me from adding to my own stories. That doesn't mean I'm not writing in the meantime, or rather, intending to write.
I'm not short on ideas to roll with, here. I just can't be bothered to do the actual writing. It's just so much faster to think about them, and the effort-reward ratio is thus far superior to producing content.
Prowling the internet's uniform stock of advice is less help than intended. The cloying words of the rich and already-successful sound like the tedious ramblings of aliens who've never set foot on our world before. A professional writer's globetrotting is, frankly, out of touch with the homebrew struggler nobody knows. You lost sight of your humble beginnings the moment you cash that first check.
Hard-boiled advice isn't much help either. The proliferation of internet trolling has spawned a resurgence in alpha male posturing, so now we're prone to misidentify testy phrases such as "Well, if you aren't writing, then obviously you have no intention of ever doing so," as constructive criticism. Through many years of constant disillusionment, the one thing I have consistently ever wanted to do is write. I'm not doing to abandon an ingrained mentality.
I just look at a writing form, and it suddenly feels like far too much work to bother starting. It's a sorely isolating process, which perhaps is the biggest hurdle I face. The vicious cycle comes into play with the fact you can't get noticed if you don't do any writing at all.
Also, practice makes perfect, so there shouldn't be an excuse not to do any writing whatsoever. As it stands, I can't even bother to spin a 180-character addition on FoldingStory.com. Plus which, it just takes time to build up that momentum in the first place.
I'm out of motivation, and I'm at a loss.
I'm not short on ideas to roll with, here. I just can't be bothered to do the actual writing. It's just so much faster to think about them, and the effort-reward ratio is thus far superior to producing content.
Prowling the internet's uniform stock of advice is less help than intended. The cloying words of the rich and already-successful sound like the tedious ramblings of aliens who've never set foot on our world before. A professional writer's globetrotting is, frankly, out of touch with the homebrew struggler nobody knows. You lost sight of your humble beginnings the moment you cash that first check.
Hard-boiled advice isn't much help either. The proliferation of internet trolling has spawned a resurgence in alpha male posturing, so now we're prone to misidentify testy phrases such as "Well, if you aren't writing, then obviously you have no intention of ever doing so," as constructive criticism. Through many years of constant disillusionment, the one thing I have consistently ever wanted to do is write. I'm not doing to abandon an ingrained mentality.
I just look at a writing form, and it suddenly feels like far too much work to bother starting. It's a sorely isolating process, which perhaps is the biggest hurdle I face. The vicious cycle comes into play with the fact you can't get noticed if you don't do any writing at all.
Also, practice makes perfect, so there shouldn't be an excuse not to do any writing whatsoever. As it stands, I can't even bother to spin a 180-character addition on FoldingStory.com. Plus which, it just takes time to build up that momentum in the first place.
I'm out of motivation, and I'm at a loss.