Creator Journals 7/22/25
I’ve got a headache today, and I’m not really in the best mood, so I’m going to rant. This is going to be kind of a moody, negative rant, so be warned.
I hate writing. That’s the short version of it. I hate how much the process itself has to take up my headspace. I hate that bonding with other writers requires us to talk about writing, books on writing, the writing process. I’m not here because I love being a guy who organizes symbols on a piece of paper. I’m here because I like stories. Because there are fun characters, scenes and ideas in my head. I love the feelings fiction can evoke, how reading a story can be so much more personal and transcendent than watching a movie or listening to a song. The words take on their own inflections, delve into the reader’s own personal collection of symbols and create something truly special, truly one of a kind, something that can’t ever be replicated or even shared. It’s a solemn kind of sorcery.
I hate the market. I hate learning about trends. I hate publishing and editing and word counts. I hate the kind of fake connections that sometimes get called “Networking”. I hate writing to editors. I hate genres. I hate dumping my very specific, strange story into a bucket of other stories that are fully unlike it. I’m not a romance writer or a historical fiction writer, and what they do is very much unlike what I do.
I hate syntax, spelling errors and keyboards. I hate commas and dashes. I hate the process of having to judge my own creation, which is and always will be precious to me.
These feelings will pass, whether tomorrow or in a few hours. I’ll love some of these things again, or at least like them, or at least tolerate them. But not now. Not today.
Today’s writing tip: Draw a picture instead!
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