So, I’ve been taking a break from writing for nearly a week now. It’s gone pretty well, aside from the fact that I’m bored out of my mind and feeling rather lazy. I’ve wasted time playing silly video games (and going nowhere with them, as apparently I have terrible reflexes), I’ve gotten sick with the flu (which, since I didn’t get the fever that everyone else in the family had, really just feels like a glorified—not in a good way—cold, where the symptoms hit you all at once, instead of gradually.), I’ve watched cop shows and cooking shows with my mother (which is a little strange, since neither of us are particularly interested in cooking), and I got a song stuck in my head that I’m pretty sure I’ve never heard before, involving either the cello or the violin. It was beautiful, and I would have written it down, except that I… don’t know how to write music. Not a clue.
So, in other words, my week has been pretty unproductive and I’ve been really wanting to get back to writing. I went and rambled at my mother about how frustrated I’ve been, which led to two things. First, she went and read the prologue of Steelheart aloud, mostly to show me how important description was (description is one of my weakest points with writing, as I’ve probably said before). I’m once again reminded just how brilliant of an author Brandon Sanderson is. Second, she also told me I should stop writing novels for the moment, and concentrate on some short stories, so I can improve what I’m doing without getting caught up in a big project and all of the problems that arise with novels. (I’m pretty sure the parasite guy wrote a post on using short stories in this method, though I can’t find the actual post.)
Well. Brilliant. In the three years I’ve been writing, I’ve written maybe four or five short stories, three of which were flash-fiction and under a thousand words (and the other two were just above a thousand). I didn’t put any amount of effort into any of them, and I didn’t really do any editing aside from basic grammar. Honestly, I’m not really sure how to write a short story—or, even worse, what to write one about.
So, in conclusion to all of this, writing is still stressing me out about and I’m pretty sure I should take a longer break than just a week, even though not writing is…still stressing me out a little. Being sick doesn’t help, though, so maybe this week will be better off. I’m certainly hoping.