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thesacredreznor replied to your post “oh wow i saw that meme going around, or maybe it was a twitter post,…”
2017 was cursed anyway. be kind to yourself.
sugarspiceandcursewords replied to your post “oh wow i saw that meme going around, or maybe it was a twitter post,…”
Well, and why does quantity define how productive a creative year was, anyway? (sayeth someone who almost certainly produced waaaayyy less than you)
bibliophilecellistsoulsearcher replied to your post “oh wow i saw that meme going around, or maybe it was a twitter post,…”
to be fair, this was a shitty fucking year for finding the energy to produce creative content for pleasure
Oh, these are all fair points.
But it’s disheartening to realize just how little I did this year. Writing is my primary hobby, and like the one thing I have going for me is that I can crank out a lot of it. 2016 was unusually productive, for me, and I know that there were a lot of factors– #1, I started a new project from scratch right near the beginning, so I had a lot of impetus, and #2 I posted some old stuff to start off the year so that’s counted in that year’s stats but it was really from the year before, and #3 I was excited about stuff and in a new fandom, and so on. So it makes sense that not only did I write a lot more in 2016, I also had much higher metrics of engagement all across the board. More people discovered me, more people bookmarked me, more people left me comments and kudos.
But it’s like. a lot less. And in my head, I’d been chugging along at a pretty reasonable pace this year. But in reality, I just wasn’t. So it’s a bit sobering to consider. Usually over the course of the year I’ll have at least one insanely productive phase where I’ll crank out a huge story in mostly one go, but I know, looking back, there was never a chance for that this year. I spent too much time in the farm, where there are no sit-at-the-computer-for-ten-hours days, where I look up and it’s night and I’ve more or less written a novel. (Worse, I look up and it’s morning. Whoops!)
So maybe I need to resolve to myself that at some point in 2018 I’m going to make more time to write because it’s a thing that’s important to me, and even in a shit year I can still write a novel, but if I don’t make time for it I won’t get as much done.
Also if I spend a couple of hours while I’m on this little mini-vacation I can finish the thing I was working on and at least maybe bump myself over to 200k, which would at least be approaching 2013′s metric.
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thesacredreznor replied to your post “oh wow i saw that meme going around, or maybe it was a twitter post,…”
2017 was cursed anyway. be kind to yourself.
sugarspiceandcursewords replied to your post “oh wow i saw that meme going around, or maybe it was a twitter post,…”
Well, and why does quantity define how productive a creative year was, anyway? (sayeth someone who almost certainly produced waaaayyy less than you)
bibliophilecellistsoulsearcher replied to your post “oh wow i saw that meme going around, or maybe it was a twitter post,…”
to be fair, this was a shitty fucking year for finding the energy to produce creative content for pleasure
Oh, these are all fair points.
But it’s disheartening to realize just how little I did this year. Writing is my primary hobby, and like the one thing I have going for me is that I can crank out a lot of it. 2016 was unusually productive, for me, and I know that there were a lot of factors– #1, I started a new project from scratch right near the beginning, so I had a lot of impetus, and #2 I posted some old stuff to start off the year so that’s counted in that year’s stats but it was really from the year before, and #3 I was excited about stuff and in a new fandom, and so on. So it makes sense that not only did I write a lot more in 2016, I also had much higher metrics of engagement all across the board. More people discovered me, more people bookmarked me, more people left me comments and kudos.
But it’s like. a lot less. And in my head, I’d been chugging along at a pretty reasonable pace this year. But in reality, I just wasn’t. So it’s a bit sobering to consider. Usually over the course of the year I’ll have at least one insanely productive phase where I’ll crank out a huge story in mostly one go, but I know, looking back, there was never a chance for that this year. I spent too much time in the farm, where there are no sit-at-the-computer-for-ten-hours days, where I look up and it’s night and I’ve more or less written a novel. (Worse, I look up and it’s morning. Whoops!)
So maybe I need to resolve to myself that at some point in 2018 I’m going to make more time to write because it’s a thing that’s important to me, and even in a shit year I can still write a novel, but if I don’t make time for it I won’t get as much done.
Also if I spend a couple of hours while I’m on this little mini-vacation I can finish the thing I was working on and at least maybe bump myself over to 200k, which would at least be approaching 2013′s metric.
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