Freaking Motivation

Personally, I find the most difficult aspect of writing a novel is simply to keep myself writing on a regular basis. Which is strange, because I think about my book all the damn time. I daydream about it. All the damn time. It's kind of annoying, sometimes, actually. But when it comes time to actually write the words out, I'll often find myself suddenly lacking the motivation, suddenly wanting to put it off until later.

I'd like to believe that the story will come out eventually, that I couldn't stop it from doing so even if I wanted to. And I think, all things considered, that's probably true. The desire to keep writing never quite stops nagging me... But it's taking too long, is the problem.

I'm all for letting ideas flow freely and allowing lots of time for creativity 'n all that other crap, but c'mon. There comes a point when it's just getting ridiculous. I mean, at my current pace, I won't finish this book for another nine years. I actually did the math. It really would take me nine years. It's taken almost two, already.

And I'm not okay with that. Especially 'cuz I've got sequels planned, and there's a good chance I'll die of old age before finishing the entire story.

So it's time to pick up the pace, dammit. I probably shouldn't even be spending time posting this, but hopefully, it'll help me focus my energies 'r some crap.

At the end of the day, past all the fancy advice and ideals and philosophies, the most important thing is still just writing the freaking thing.