I’ve always been hounded on by people in achieving some sort of success in my writing; namely, finishing at least one book (for God’s sake!).
And that had been my goal for quite awhile, whenever I’m writing my stories or planning new ones. It wasn’t until a month prior did I realise that writing stories sucked time like how vampires sucked blood for a good reason.
Writing takes time because it needs to be a perfect and satisfying end-product. The process goes from planning to draft to work to edited work to re-edited work (the last one repeats itself a lot of times), until it is ready to be deemed publishable.
So, with this epiphany came acceptance: if I want to write I need to dedicate almost every fibre of my being to perfect my story. Time and freedom is what I don’t have now. One day, that one beautiful story will be achieved.
For now, writing is just another thing on my to-do list.