I’m trying to commit to a weekly blog post, since my old schedule (Once every two weeks) was a little slow. I’ve gotten new followers, more views and likes, so I can say it’s going good!
I did get a little stuck, though. I have plenty of draft short stories and posts, and I thought about finishing one called The Bardsley Curse. It’s about a woman who discovers her younger brother has signed up for an illegal brain transplant.
I’m also working on a story for a contest I want to enter, and have been bouncing between three ideas. That, plus two work in progress novels, has left me with a lot to think about writing-wise.
Namely, which of my stories is worth not only my time but other people’s time?
If I’m honest, the stories I tend to post on my blog are stories I don’t care much for. I like Click and Scroll and Home Not Safe and I think that comes across when you read them. My other stories I don’t like as much. They’re all very flawed, but I still post them because I feel like it doesn’t matter if they don’t get the attention or even if they’re stolen. Of course, I don’t want any of my work to be stolen. I put time and effort into the stories I write even if the passion isn’t there. Still, this is the attitude I sometimes have.
When it comes to entering a contest, it’s different. I want to love what I enter and I want the judges to love it too, but I honestly don’t know if any of my ideas are worth their time. I’m struggling to finish them.
Passion only gets you so far, you need to be able to push through the hard times. Especially when there’s a looming deadline.
The thing is, not every story can or will be good. Or even average.
Sometimes I look at something I’m writing and think “This is really bad.” But are those thoughts valid or is it just self-doubt?
Those who have been following this blog a while may have noticed some stories have been taken down. Those are the ones even my meh attitude can’t stand. Painfully average work. Is that fair? Maybe it is. Maybe it isn’t. All I know is some stories have to be left behind.
I don’t delete my work anymore. I once deleted a novel I spent a year working on and I regret it. I’m not saying it was good, but I regret just tossing it aside like that. That kind of harshness is a punishment in a way. What was I punishing myself for? Being bad at something I’ve never done before? Yikes.
Anything can have worth. Some of my better stories start as old ideas abandoned months ago and brought back to life. It just proves that there’s something in those WIPs that aren’t the best. Even if the finished product is completely different to the original, there was something there all along.
This is a bit of a rambling post but I’m not going to edit it (Much). I wanted to do something a little more personal. That, and I needed to post something while I procrastinated on my short story.
I don’t know what I’ll decide to do with the stuff I’m working on right now or even if I’ll enter that contest, but I know something will come out of them. Maybe you’ll see one on this blog, and maybe it’ll be one I love.
Until then, thanks for reading and a super thank you to my followers.