Reading generally fulfills one of two purposes for me: Escapism or expansion.
A lack of description leaves much to be desired in the way of proper world-building or even scene-building, to say nothing of being able to create a main character in the mind’s eye.
For years, I’ve struggled to find the time to write. It’s a familiar story, right? I’m too busy, I have other priorities, I’ll get to it later, I can’t carve out any time, etc., etc., and next I know I haven’t written a word creatively in over two years.
I’m going to get rejected a million different ways this year, and that’s perfectly fine, because as Neil Gaiman said…it means I’m doing something.
It’s impossible to escape the selfish aspect of writing: that of some part of you living on after you’re gone, your voice echoing into the future from beyond the last day of your life.
What’s your secret to prioritizing the creative aspects of your life?
At my current stage of life, my creative writing has to be intentional.
