Where did the time go?
Sometimes I need little extra push to get myself pointed in the right direction. There are countless methods out there that proclaim to cure a writer of their creative blocks, or motivate even the most lethargic pencil pusher.
Nostrums! Snake Oil!
Autism-causing vaccinations! OK, maybe not that last one.
As a slacker fueled by distractions, I have attempted just about every method out there to escape the event horizon of the anti-productivity black hole. Yet, even my ever-increasing mass does not seem to attract enough accountability to keep me from ignoring the goal all together and justifying my inaction.
Something a little more drastic must be done.
Later is the New 'Now'
It has been a long time since my last post, and I thought I would offer some
excuses reasons I have not updated Worthless Genius in a while.
So, hit the jump if you would like to read my pathetic attempt to justify my absence.
Every creative person before me has identified and dealt with a little issue that I’m going to call Writer’s Guilt. Writers Guilt occurs in two distinct–yet definitely intertwined–forms.
It occurs to me that everyone with a creative pursuit must go through this ordeal and come away making a choice in either direction. I have yet to make that choice, and end up doing 50% on both sides of the coin, rather than picking one and going full force.
What can I do about this? Let’s first identify the two sides of the story, then we’ll do a little research to find out what ways other writers suggest to get past this social and personal road block.
As I’ve mentioned multiple times here in the past, I am working on writing a novel. Truthfully, there is enough material in the universe of this novel for three or four full length novels.
I started with the ideas in late 2002, and have progressively and consistently dropped the ball day after day since then. I have found that there are no less than four things that have played into my failure in finishing the novel(s) that I have been working on over the past few years.