A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-And-Seventy

I am still feeling a pressure around writing my fiction at the moment.  Tonight was another success, at least in the sense of having come up with a premise that I was able to see through into some type of complete story.  Each success, though, raises the stakes a bit, or that is how it feels.  I know, really, it is not that way, but it is how I feel at the moment.  I should just relax about it, but I want to keep writing new stories each day and I feel like it would take removing that goal to reduce the pressure at the moment, so I am just accepting that I might fail at it one of these days while hoping that I don't and that I get to a place of feeling enough confidence that the uncertainty and doubt which underlie my current stress vanish.  Maybe if I am able to keep this same type of output going for another week I might accept it as something I don't have to worry so much about.

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