Your brain is kinda dumb. I mean, all it’s trying to do is keep you alive. It’s incredibly good at it. Food, shelter, sex…
That’s why the plethora of mental issues we’re struggling with as we try to navigate through what our brains consider to be unhealthy and complicated lifestyles.
Is the goal to survive? I’d like to think that our goal is to thrive. Survival is weak. Survival has become increasingly easy.
Or better yet. Think of it this way: do you want to be the hero of your own story? Your life’s story? You’d be surprised at how many people act as if they are the villains of their own stories, or a minor character. No. You can write your own story, and you better live a life that is worth writing about and worth listening to.
Procrastinating? Here’s how to break the pattern of putting off your writing.
When the year begins, all fresh and shiny, we tend to make promises to ourselves.
When we first took over the Institute for Writers, I wanted to help our community of writers––our students––so I polled them. I asked, “What do you think the top two reasons are for not starting (or continuing) your book?”
I thought the big answer would be “getting an agent” or “lack of publishing knowledge”, or something like that. The top answer by far was procrastination. Procrastination can grab hold and become a habit. It can allow you to play mind games with yourself.
The last half of 2018 was one of the most difficult periods of time I’ve ever endured as a creator.
I woke up and went to sleep angry and frustrated almost every day. I knew I was not in a creator-friendly environment. I was still learning how to be a parent (to a puppy). I was mentally and emotionally drained almost constantly. Making room for writing became more of a chore than a pleasure.
And over and over — I have the journal entries to prove it — I blamed my failures and took my frustration out on everyone else. Everyone except myself.
For some reason we get into this habit of blaming our problems on other people. And many never learn to take responsibility for their failures, shortcomings, and struggles.
“I would have written a book by now if my wife were more supportive.”
I’m posting again from This Time Around (which is a rework of Refugees which is the sequel to For the Heart of Phillip). Drama was everywhere in the first book; but it’s been tamed in this volume, which follows Robert and David’s journey after things didn’t go as planned in book one.
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To set the stage: (spoiler alert)!!! In the first book, Robert and Phillip break up and David and Andrew break up. This is the start of Chapter 3
David’s first few evenings at the clinic were quiet, except for the first one. He was unpacking his office when he ran across a picture of himself and Andy. He glared at it and gritted his teeth. All of the pain and humiliation, which were still too fresh to talk about, made his heart beat faster and his rage come to bear. “You lying…drama queen! You bitch!” He ripped the photo from its frame and after he tore it into a dozen or so pieces, he tossed it into the trash.
So last night I was reminded of just how bad things were in my life a decade ago when I was in my mid 30s. It was a very rough time and I would never go back. It got me to thinking if I had the chance would I repeat them? The answer is a resounding no.
How about you? Which was your worst decade and why and would you ever repeat it?A lot of us have crazy childhoods and there can be a very stressful firstdecade or two. However adulthood has its own adventures and can lead to some of the worst years of our lives.
Personally for me my 30s were the worst ever. I was in a crazy marriage which had constant struggles between medical, financial, family, death, job issues,
and mental anguish. I wouldn’t ever choose to relive them.
On the flipside, my 40s have been far and above what my 30s were. They’ve had their ups and downs but so far so good.
How about you? Which was your worst decade and why and would you ever repeat it?