Publishing my book. I always think, “some day, I’m going to take the time to edit it and make it good enough to publish, and people will love it.” Then I go back to it and remember that it’s terrible and massively overwrought. I can’t even finish it much less make it good. And it’s like a dam in the creative part of my brain. I can’t think of another thing that isn’t just a lesser version of the project I thought was good but isn’t.
This isn’t me trolling for encouragement. I’m not a writer, and I know I don’t have the focus or stamina to write professionally. This was a dalliance, and I’m happy with my life and my accomplishments. It’s just that every once in a while, I think about publishing a book.
Publishing my book. I always think, “some day, I’m going to take the time to edit it and make it good enough to publish, and people will love it.” Then I go back to it and remember that it’s terrible and massively overwrought. I can’t even finish it much less make it good. And it’s like a dam in the creative part of my brain. I can’t think of another thing that isn’t just a lesser version of the project I thought was good but isn’t.
This isn’t me trolling for encouragement. I’m not a writer, and I know I don’t have the focus or stamina to write professionally. This was a dalliance, and I’m happy with my life and my accomplishments. It’s just that every once in a while, I think about publishing a book.