Well guys, I think the title says it all. I have a confession to make.
I got lazy. I had a few things going on, and I let the stress of writing a book in a month settle in, and I didn’t finish my book. I told myself that I lost a week to sickness, so if I gave myself a week in April it would count. But here we are, two weeks into April, and I haven’t finished.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, people who can write a novel in a month – even a first draft – are incredible. And I am currently not one of them.
I have decided to write my book, and I’m close to the end. But I have also learned that you can’t love what you do if you’re so stressed you can’t sleep. Or think. Or function. I love writing. I always have, and hopefully I always will. I have hope and faith in my novel. But for right now, I have to confess, I’m still writing.
I appreciate you all, and wish you the best on whatever you do. Don’t stress over what makes you happy.
It’s called failing forward Brittany. Try not to focus on the fact that you didn’t write a book in a month. Focus on how much further along you are than you would have been had you not set that goal for yourself. Now set another goal for yourself for finishing the current book, and keep the forward motion.
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That is a great way to view it. I appreciate that. I’ll have to work out a new writing schedule to get this one done. 🙂
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