It’s something that’s always plagued me; overthinking a potentially bad situation to the point where I’m convinced the worst possible outcome is the only viable one. More often than not this couldn’t be farther from the truth and then I find myself scolding my brain for unnecessary worry. But, while I’m finally getting a bit of control over this habit, overthinking of another kind has crept into my writing recently. Or should I say potential writing.
I haven’t been doing any writing at all recently, which is ironic since I’ve just set up this blog to talk about it. But the last few weeks I’ve been thinking up so many different projects I could be working on; one based on a dear subject close to my heart, as well as a different idea in a related field, two series of fictional books, ongoing fanzine writing, creating my own fanzine and another project based on something I attempted on Instagram last year, which would take both book and blog form. All came to me at different times and all seemed to have great potential. But sitting with a friend on Friday night I realised I was spreading myself so thin that I was even considering deleting this blog just to free up the time to do half of it.
That’s not going to happen. Instead I’ve been having both a mental and physical decluttering.
I’ve talked before on here about how over the years I’d a habit of wanting results too quickly and how my attention span wouldn’t last long enough to see things through. I also gave advice on concentrating on the here and now, putting your all into the project you’re currently working on and piecing together the bigger picture over time. Work hard on the thing in front of you and the future will open up in time, your writing will expand naturally and opportunities will present themselves as a result of what you’ve put in.
I realised I wasn’t taking my own advice and was instead slipping back into the old habits which had stopped me from getting anywhere in the past.
I mentioned a physical decluttering as well and isn’t eBay wonderful for this? I’d so many hobbies collecting dust around the house I felt I had to spend time with them all, all of the time, or I’d feel guilty for spending large sums of money. The end result was I’d be jumping from one to the other and never fully concentrate on one at a time, so never felt a sense of satisfaction from any of them. Sound familiar?
I’m still in the middle of honing these down to my current main hobbies and already I’m spending more time with those most important to me. Doing so I’m getting so much more out of each one and enjoying them more than I ever did. It’s working already in this sense so it’s time to apply it to my passion for writing.
So, my own advice has been taken.
This has all been a bit of a revelation to me recently so I had to share, even though in writing it down it’s more like simple common sense. But sometimes we can’t see what’s staring us right in the face until we get a chance to look at things in a different light.
Anyway, for now I’m away to package up a bunch of parcels for the post tomorrow, then get back to building my James Bond Aston Martin. I’ll be back soon with the first of three posts bringing you up to date on those past attempts at writing and how I’ve got to the place I’m at now, where I’m going to make a real go of this. Have a good Sunday folks!