Just Checking In

 Writing endings has never been my strong suit. I can remember having to write stories in middle and high school, and I remember that I ended every single one of them abruptly and on a cliff hanger. I think because at that time I had no idea where I was going with the story and had no inkling about how the end would look, or even what the goal was. 


I wasn’t very polished back then, but even now the end has become difficult. I’m at the end of my story, trying to piece together all the parts of the puzzle that I’ve woven and pull all my threads together. I thought it would be easier than its turning out to be. 


One piece of writing advise I heard was, pick the most outrageous impossible out of the box idea because that’s the great idea. And I’ve clung to that statement like a life raft. The whole year I’ve spent writing draft 0, every time I got overwhelmed and anxious about how hard it was to weave this story, I just thought back to that statement. Because it feeling impossible means its great. 


In all honesty I’ve been a bit stuck this week, trying to get any writing done. Beyond the busyness of my personal life, struggling with the end has stumped me a bit. I had been on a really good roll with writing but now I’ve gotten stuck again. And it would probably be best just to let it rest a few more days before coming back to it. I’m just really quite stubborn. 


So I guess what I’m saying this week is that there isn’t all that much to report this week. It’s been dry and busy and full of emotion. Sometimes life gets in the way of “real” progress in the creative process, and its okay. Its okay that sometimes we need to put things to the side in order to put others at the forefront. 


So if you’re like me, and January has just run away from you, don’t be afraid to need a regroup now that we are in February. Regrouping and resetting is just as powerful as pushing through. 


See you next week for more, and have fun creating! 

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