They say one of the best things about being a writer is that you can do it in your pajamas. I’m inclined to agree (although I very rarely write in my pjs ). But it goes farther than that. One of the greatest things about being a writer is the freedom to express yourself.
However, freedom is a double-edged sword.
If you don’t show up to work with no explanation, you will likely be fired.
If you don’t write for a day, nothing will happen.
No one is going to phone you and demand to know why your word count is so low. No one is going to call you into their office because you were watching a Youtube video instead of filling in those plot holes you created in the third chapter.
Chances are nobody will care at all.
And that’s one of the reasons why I struggle with writing.
Nothing bad actually happens if I don’t write. I suppose you could consider not finishing a book/blog post/short story bad, but it isn’t really.
When you think about it, there are billions of people on the earth. Not that many of them write books before they kick it. Would the universe really think less of you if you were just another Joe Shmoe that didn’t write a novel? Probably not.
And because nobody else does, it is up to you to do all the caring. And caring is very difficult. Particularly when you’re the only one doing it.