Writers write. That’s what we do. But how often to we question our quality of writing? How often do we use word count as milestones for success? How often does writing become an obligation to ourselves? Are there ever times when we are completely satisfied with our work?
Lately, I have evaluated most, if not all, of these questions. And I have concluded that such speculation is normal, and understandable, when talking about a writer. And a perfectionist. I have become fixed writing in blocked intervals. Sure, I fulfil my daily word count, but at what cost? Sometimes this means of writing influences us to detach from our world and our characters, as an outsider passively looking in. This is notably not writer’s block. The writing spark has just dimmed, for lack of a better word. Have you ever experienced a similar thing?
Have you ever asked yourself any of these questions? If so, how did you go about addressing (and possibly resolving) the issue at hand? Please share your stories here!