In today's "weekly" writing challenge I wanted to talk about something rather than just post an old prompt I did with friends. For the past few days I've struggled to just sit down and write. The issue is not about writers block or anything like that. In fact, I am exploding with ideas, so much so, that it distracts me from the real world. My issue stems from lack of commitment.

For example, three days after posting episode two of WWC (weekly writing challenge), I had already had an idea of what I wanted to do for the next episode, yet I decided I would push my plans back until, the next day. That following morning, (really it was 12:30 PM because mornings for me don't start until noon) I started to write. I told myself I would make my own prompt using a few random words that would pop into my head. After about twenty minutes I wanted to save my progress and grab some grub, but I noticed Tapas doesn't have a "save tab," so I just left my screen open and went to go make eggo waffles. 

This is where my bad habit begins. I would spend the next three hours watching Youtube videos. While I sat in my bed, only slightly entertained by what was in front of me, my inner voice would be screaming at me to get some writing done. Things like, "You love writing and now that you have all this free time, but you're just wasting it away." Or, "Get off the internet you lazy butt!" However, the struggle never left my head and my fingertips hardly ever touched the keyboard. (Except for when I was searching for Conan O'Brien videos...) 

That night, (really like 4 in the morning), I went to bed not knowing my computer was set to update while I was asleep. The next I opened my laptop to find what I had been working on was gone. I thought, "screw it, this was a sign to start over and write something new, but first... Cheese Blintzes." (I knew I couldn't work on an empty stomach.) 

It would once again be again be another three hours until, I had the will power to put my ideas on virtual paper. This time around I was doing a lot better. I had written more and even contemplated making this new idea into a full blown story. However, then I thought about what my cover would look like and where I was actually going with the plot. This went on for another two days. (I think... I don't really know how time works when I'm on vacation.) However, this time I also tried to keep writing. I knew that if I wanted to make this into to something bigger I would have to have a good chunk down to consider it a chapter. 

In the end, it didn't even matter (RIP Chester B) because I am a dumbo and restarted my computer when my Itunes wouldn't accept my cheaper, knock-off USB cable for my Iphone. (This was during one of my three hour breaks...) SO, now it's 2:36 in the morning. (What is sleep?) I have no story ideas and not even a chapter update for my actual posted story, even though its already been written! As you can see, if I had just sat down and put a little TLC in my work I would have not one, but TWO posts done in a week.

RANT PAUSE: There is some weird rustling noises outside my window like a raccoon in someone's trash kind of rustling, but every time I stop writing and check out my window it stops. Mark my words weird, creepy animal, I will spend the next fifteen minutes after I post this trying to scout you out! Okay, UN-PAUSE:

I wish I knew why I get distracted so easily. It could be ADD or ADHD, I've asked my doctor for a perscription, but when I took it, I found myself just staying up to see the actual sunrise and watching, you guessed it, Youtube. (I saw more of the weird side of Youtube than I could ever imagine. Oh and don't get me started on the Anxiety overload.) Sometimes I wonder if it's just bad work ethic. It feels like my laziness is a demon whispering sweet nothings in my head. "You have time to do it later... Conan is calling...Click on that random video about time travel because it's definitely real..." You get my point.

The reason I made this "book" is so that I would force myself to get into the grind and it's not easy, but somehow I've managed to finish this chapter. I guess the moral here is baby steps. I know I am not a rock star when it comes deadlines, but this just proves that even if your own computer gives up on you twice, you'll eventually get where you need to be, just at your own time.