Today's guest post comes courtesy of a fellow blogger and writing enthusiaste who also happens to be my cousin! He's here writing for me, and I'm over at his awesome blog, writing for him, today! Check out both posts (but stay here, and read this one first!) Please welcome Jason Emly to Legs!
I’ve never actually made it that far in the writing of a novel. I have many ideas pregnant with the potential to revolutionize the thinking of the free-world on many a subject.
It isn’t so much “the end” that gets me either. The middle for many of my stories feels like the next rest stop being twenty-five miles away when the 64oz Big Gulp I finished drinking an hour ago wants to make its final getaway.
Is it motivation? Is it frustration? Is it stopping to edit when I should just keep writing? Is is poor planning? Is it poor execution of a plan? Is it all of the distractions? Is it too many excuses? Is it not dedicating proper time to writing? Is it lack of time spent writing? Is it stopping when the “block” hits you? Is it (fill-in-the-blank)?
Yes. It is.