I sat there for ten minutes, trying to figure out what to write about before I realized the problem. I was forcing myself to blog instead of write. I was focused on giving something to my audience and not on the writing I actually wanted to do.
I opened Scrivener and pulled up the file on Akira. Late last year I had started organizing a second draft of sorts, pulling out the pieces I’d written and putting them in order. Discarding the ones that didn’t quite fit. Organizing what I had into chapters and starting on a rewrite of the scenes I loved the most. I had nine chapters. Short chapters, but I had them sitting there.
So I pulled up the next scene in order and started on my rewrite. I worked on two chapters before closing the laptop and heading into my son’s room to play with Legos before bed.
Sometimes I forget that wanting to write doesn’t always mean that I have to blog. I don’t always have to post something to make me feel like I’m making progress as a writer. While I do enjoy blogging and sharing pieces of my stories here, it’s not the blog that defines me as a writer. It’s the writing. Whether it’s in my journal, in a Scrivener file, or on the blog. I am a writer and I feel whole when I am writing. Just because the blog stays empty for a week or two doesn’t make me any less of a writer.
I’m proud of those 11 chapters I’ve done on the Akira story. It’s the most accomplished I’ve felt in a long time.
I don’t want to let that feeling go.
I’m going to be spending more time these next few weeks working on Akira’s story. I’m still going to blog when the mood strikes, and I’ll be doing my best to keep up with the writing prompts at Write on Edge. But my goal is to finish one story. Have one complete manuscript that I can be proud of, and send out to beta readers for feedback.
Wish me luck!