Writing is hard.
Well, I mean, this sort of train of thought writing that I’m doing for this blog right now, that’s pretty easy. I just have to figure out what I’m thinking about/dwelling on most that day, then spit out whatever comes to mind. Don’t get me wrong, I have to edit phrasing and sometimes I struggle to think of the exact right word, but this is nothing like the storytelling that I’ve been trying to do.
I’m trying to brainstorm new story idea right now. I want to make sure that I have an entire story planned and plotted out by November, so that when NaNoWriMo rolls around, I can hit it out of the park. And it’s not easy.
I keep coming up with superficial ideas, and then having no idea where to take them. You can’t have a story without a plot, and that’s where I’m struggling.
You also can’t have a story without good characters. Well, I suppose you could, but it would be a pretty bad story. That’s the problem I ran into in writing my last story. I realized that I’d been so focused on moving along the plot that my main characters didn’t really have any personality, they were just devices to move along the story.
I still like that story idea, the one that I had terrible characters in. And I’m sure I’ll write it, someday. But for right now, I need to get the hang of character development first.
Let’s get back to the main point here.
I’m having such a hard time putting pen to paper. Or hands to keyboard in my case, I suppose. I can’t even seem to manage any decent plot ideas, much less writing an entire story with a beginning, middle, and end, and good, relatable characters.
It wasn’t that long ago that I genuinely believed that I could be a writer. As a career, not just as a hobby.
I’m struggling to believe that now, though.