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The Insecure Writer's Support Group: Give yourself a break!

The holidays kill me. There's so much stuff--lights, trees, parties, happy, alcohol, children, hot chocolate, snow, family, fudge, Charlie Brown...It's so exciting, and there are so many sources of inspiration, BUT it's exhausting and everything moves so fast.

I never get much writing done at the end of the year.

Perhaps back in high school, when my world was small and ALL ABOUT ME, the words came effortlessly. And I wrote and wrote for days, thinking I was the poo. And I was--a big smelling one. The writing was worse than poo--I can't even read it that's how shitty it is.

There's one story--I must have been 16 or 17 when I wrote it--about a tricycle. I spent most of a single-spaced page explaining how red it was--candy apples, rubies, fire engines, cherries, screaming, burning, red, RED, RED...It baffles the crap out of me that I had so much to say about a primary color. Surely there was something more interesting in my life than a tricycle.

Some days you have it, and some days you don't

It's easy during the holidays--any stretch of time moving faster than light--to get down on yourself for being unproductive. I may write squat for the rest of the month, and that's OK--it really, really is. Don't spin your wheels and hate yourself if the words aren't worth the paper they're printed on. It's a losing battle. 

Ask an insomniac--time trumps desperation every time.

Go out! Enjoy your friends and family. If you have to write, WRITE! If you're sitting alone in a room like I am right now crying, pulling my hair and cursing everything that exists because the words all abandoned me--STEP AWAY FROM THE COMPUTER.

Words aren't like dogs. They're more like cats and lovers. Be ambivalent and they'll come home wagging their tails behind them. HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

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  1. Yes! I reached this conclusion last year. I'd set up too many writing expectations for myself and had not enjoyed the year at all. If we're going to write about life, we need to remember to be living it too. Good luck!

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  2. Delightful post and thank you for the positive support in taking the time to just be.

    Best regards,
    Donna
    Award-winning Children’s Author
    Ignite Curiosity in your child through reading!
    Write What Inspires You Blog

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  3. I totally agree that we should take breaks when we need them, either because the words won't come or there are more important demands on our time (like family - not like watching TV)

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  4. Yes, holiday season is always a hard time to get writing! But I agree, one should enjoy it! Last year, during this time I swallowed myself in writing, but this year I've fallen behind. I tell myself constantly not to fret and enjoy the holidays with friends and family while I can!

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  5. Great advice! This time of the year is about family. Stop and enjoy life a little.

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  6. I love the high school story. I wrote impressive carp back then too. I think as writers were sometimes too quick to beat ourselves up, and we shouldn't.

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