This post was originally published at Novelicious.com and is now at WritingTipsOasis.com. WritingTipsOasis.com acquired Novelicious.com in June 2022.
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Back to School Nerves
The past few months the real world has caught up with me and I havenโt had time to write much of my books. But instead of being excited when my life got back to normal and I had time to write, I kept putting off writing.
I was moving house, and kept putting off picking up the laptop as there โwas too much to doโ. And even now the house only has 3 smallish boxes left to unpack (the virtue of moving from the worldโs smallest flat to a house with loads of space) I kept finding other more pressing matters.
Iโm not going to say that I enjoyed not writing as I really missed it, but what I enjoyed was the lack of pressure.
I know itโs ridiculous, I donโt have an agent, a publishing deal or any deadlines, but whenever Iโm writing in the back of mind all the time is the hard work that goes into attempting to get published. And that awful feeling that maybe Iโm going to be the only person that reads my books.
I guess not writing was easier. Without writing there were no expectations and no failures. Which means that I could go back to my normal world were I was a contented museum curator and not a failed wanna be writer.
It was the same feeling I used to get when Iโd been off sick from school or after the school holidays. I always knew Iโd be fine when I got there, but the thought of it filled me with dread.
So finally on Sunday, when I really didnโt want to unpack the final 3 boxes, and no more important things, I switched on the laptop…
Having moved from a teeny tiny flat, at first I didnโt know where I would want to write. I mooched around the house for a bit looking at various table and desk options. The box room/office is where the unpacked and empty boxes are currently stored, and I didnโt think it would be too conducive to writing. The kitchen was too much of a distraction, too much to eat and too many cups of coffee to have to make. In the end I found a table in my spare room which is right next to a window. So having found the perfect writing environment, the right cushion to bolster my back, I started writing.
Now luckily for me, I still donโt have internet in the new house, which limited my distraction potential. And after a couple of hours I realised Iโd missed my characters and before I knew it Iโd almost written two thousand words.
And the feeling of dread had gone, hurrah. Iโve just got to get back into the habit of writing regularly and those back to school nerves will hopefully not reappear… until I hit the next writerโs block!