Writing Everyday Kind of Sucks

I’m currently challenging myself to write on Medium for 30 days straight. This is day 6. Why am I️ doing this?

Before this challenge, my typical writing regime had little structure. I️ don’t write professionally. I️ don’t have any concrete obligations in regards to writing, either. I️ do have a blog, but I️ give myself a week to post something new and it’s completely recreational.

This… this is different.

Coming in, I️ knew it would be difficult (after all, it’s a challenge). I️ understood it would feel strenuous at times. I’m starting to realize why though.

I’m now streamlining my writing process. I’m spending maybe 1/10th of the time on these pieces. Granted, they’re a lot shorter and essentially spurts of content. But, it’s leaving me less satisfied.

Before, I️ poured everything I️ had into a post every time. I’d work on an article for days, sometimes weeks. When it came time to finally post, it felt amazing. I was proud of the work and knew it was the highest quality I️ could manage.

These posts are different! I️ don’t like knowing I️ can do better if I️ put in more time; if I️ expanded on the topic. I️ want to give my readers the best.

The sheer quantity of posts negate that depth I️ typically enjoy. It’s much lighter writing, much more carefree. I️ have to be willing to cut some corners.

“Don’t feel like writing?” Write.

“Don’t have inspiration?” Write.

“Have no idea what to say?” Write.

I️ accepted the challenge knowing this would be the case at times. Boy, it’s draining. You know you’re screwed when that cursors blinking you in the face — when you’re staring at birds for 8 and half minutes wondering what to write.

Stick it out

By no means is this a white flag. No way I’m giving up. I’m just taking the time to vent my frustrations. This challenge has been nice in the sense that I️ can say how I️ feel and move on. (Yes, I️ know on day 1 I️ said I️ didn’t want it to come to that)

But I’ll admit: it’s kind of nice.

And I️ realize this is just one day. Today, I’m feeling down but soon I’ll boast about the ups. Gotta keep going.

Bored, uneducated, homeless — em dashes are my specialty. I write what I see, think, and feel. That’s it.

Bored, uneducated, homeless — em dashes are my specialty. I write what I see, think, and feel. That’s it.