I fear that the inverse of procrastination always leads to the exact same outcome. I seem to have two modes at the moment; either I will write every waking hour of my life that I can cram writing into, or I will feel physically sick at the thought of opening my laptop. Yet, even when I do not want to write, I cannot escape my own brain, that seems determined to craft more and more plots for my works in progress.
As such, I have gone from having ‘Heaven Forged, Hell Sent’ being my main focus for all non-working hours to now wanting to write about five books at once. I have the majority of the first draft of the sequel of HFHS (called By Blood and Challenge Both at the moment, if you’re interested!), and plans for two prequels, and novellas that occur parallel to the action of BBCB… and now a book set in a completely different world all together. And so, despite the fact that I am probably writing more now than I have at any other point in my life, I am also making the least headway with any of them. I have tried to narrow myself into only planning the new idea, and only writing BBCB, otherwise I fear that protagonists are going to end up sounding the exact same as each other, and plots will bleed together and it will all end up in chaos.
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But I wanna write all the things. All of them. All of the time.
Until I sit down at my laptop and then the brain dies a death of dyingness. 😦 Perhaps I am being a little melodramatic – I have made decent progress on BBCB, having written 10,000 words in the last week, and a further 5,000 words on the new thing without a name. But all I keep doing is comparing back to when I wrote 60,000 words in a week and feeling incompetent in comparison with myself.
Whilst I consciously know that focusing my efforts on just one WIP will result in more tangible progress occurring on this, I also don’t want to! I want the ideas on a page before they fall apart, and so here I am, writing a lot, but also not.
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