It’s been an emotional week for me, with numerous issues making themselves present to try and prevent me writing, from a hectic work schedule to active social engagements and other more individual tragedies. Although I haven’t managed the time between these things to record words here, I have been thinking and creating in my head when I’ve had a moment. Train journeys have been especially inspiring for my nominated challenge to describe settings, though I am yet to narrate anything cohesive.
I do feel as though my ambition to write is slipping down the list again: I’m struggling to focus on making that time in my day to dedicate to it and I do wonder if that has had anything to do with the decision to try and be more descriptive: perhaps I just don’t want to try it. It’s a very defeatist attitude though and I want to be able to move forward, so maybe I simply need to be a little bit more sly when it comes to approaching the issue of environments for my stories. I need to start with some form of action, really immerse myself into the scene and then pause, pull back, and explain the surroundings whereupon this excitement is taking place. It might not make for a fascinating sotry arc, but it might help me frame the task at hand.
I will never know unless I try: and isn’t that the whole point of this endeavour? If I never attempt these things I will not know if I could ever have done them. And I do believe that it’s better to fail than to never try at all, because when it comes down to it: what do I have to lose?