So, I’m a bit slack with this writing thing. If there’s a way to procrastinate, I’ll find it. For the past few years, my go-to distraction source has been the PhD, but now that’s coming to an end (O frabjous day!) I can’t even kid myself that any future procrastination will be something productive.
One can’t very well be a writer if one is too damn lazy to write. You see the problem here.
So, I’ve given myself a challenge. Last month was my birthday, and I happened to self-pub a fantasy novella: The Life in Papers of Sofie K. Starting then, and for the next year, I’m going to try and produce a novella a month. Actually, it doesn’t have to be a novella. A poetry collection, a collection of short fic, anything that’s relatively substantial – but I reckon they’ll mostly be novellas. This isn’t because the world is in any dire need of my dulcet prose – as if! It’s more of a documented attempt to force the habit of daily writing.
Hopefully by the time October rolls around next year I’ll have become accustomed to it and my procrastination levels will have gone down. (They can’t very well go up.) And I’m sticking this on the blog because, well, public shaming is a motivating force.