DragonOfTheAerie
Vala
I'm so lost. Every writing advice ever tells me to just force myself to continue through the rough parts, and i tried that with my last project, and i got 50,000 words in and I never felt any kind of connection or joy or pleasure or anything. Like, I understand that first drafts are rough, but they've never before been just pure drudgery. I've never felt actually indifferent about a story. I'm a bit scared by this experience and I don't know where to go from here.
I really want to be writing, but I'm scared that if I start on anything new, I'll burn myself out as badly as with the last one. I've never felt a single twinge of uncertainty about quitting the story I was working on because to put it simply I don't give a shit about that story, but I don't know why it happened that way in the first place. Writing has always been at least somewhat fun to me. I have always liked my characters and wanted to see what happens to them. I'm deeply shaken by how none of that ever happened with my last project. I thought if I kept stubbornly moving forward I might start to care just a little, but it just ground dismally on and on and on and eventually i just hated the thought of how much longer it would take to finish to continue. There was no reason for me to keep going. I didn't feel even the slightest warmth at the thought of having a finished product or even picture having a finished product and the characters were dull and interchangeable and continuing to work on it was a miserable punishment.
Now I have some other ideas but I'm scared to start any of them. I don't want to ruin them too. I don't even feel like I can write anymore.
I really want to be writing, but I'm scared that if I start on anything new, I'll burn myself out as badly as with the last one. I've never felt a single twinge of uncertainty about quitting the story I was working on because to put it simply I don't give a shit about that story, but I don't know why it happened that way in the first place. Writing has always been at least somewhat fun to me. I have always liked my characters and wanted to see what happens to them. I'm deeply shaken by how none of that ever happened with my last project. I thought if I kept stubbornly moving forward I might start to care just a little, but it just ground dismally on and on and on and eventually i just hated the thought of how much longer it would take to finish to continue. There was no reason for me to keep going. I didn't feel even the slightest warmth at the thought of having a finished product or even picture having a finished product and the characters were dull and interchangeable and continuing to work on it was a miserable punishment.
Now I have some other ideas but I'm scared to start any of them. I don't want to ruin them too. I don't even feel like I can write anymore.