velwoven
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Random thought that hit me today after finishing a chapter.
Before I started seriously writing, I was stuck in a pretty unfulfilling cycle: mindless gaming binges, staying up way too late for no reason, general resentment about how the skills I’d developed (English in a country where almost nobody speaks it) felt wasted in my day job. Life felt…purposeless, I guess?
After committing to actually drafting, polishing, and sticking to a writing schedule after work, things shifted. I sleep better now. I’m more confident when people ask about hobbies. Instead of mumbling “I just game a lot,” I can say “I write and serialize stories.” It’s a small thing, but it makes me feel like I have direction and identity, even though my story isn’t making me a single cent yet.
The trade-off being, I’ve probably swapped one type of anxiety for another. Instead of “WTF am I doing with my life?” it’s now “Will I get more followers/favorites/ratings tomorrow?” I keep reminding myself not to let external validation ruin the fun of writing, but… yeah, the mood’s still there.
Overall, picking up fiction writing has made my life better, though I’m still working on the validation anxiety part. What about you? Has writing improved your life, or just given you new things to stress about?
Before I started seriously writing, I was stuck in a pretty unfulfilling cycle: mindless gaming binges, staying up way too late for no reason, general resentment about how the skills I’d developed (English in a country where almost nobody speaks it) felt wasted in my day job. Life felt…purposeless, I guess?
After committing to actually drafting, polishing, and sticking to a writing schedule after work, things shifted. I sleep better now. I’m more confident when people ask about hobbies. Instead of mumbling “I just game a lot,” I can say “I write and serialize stories.” It’s a small thing, but it makes me feel like I have direction and identity, even though my story isn’t making me a single cent yet.
The trade-off being, I’ve probably swapped one type of anxiety for another. Instead of “WTF am I doing with my life?” it’s now “Will I get more followers/favorites/ratings tomorrow?” I keep reminding myself not to let external validation ruin the fun of writing, but… yeah, the mood’s still there.
Overall, picking up fiction writing has made my life better, though I’m still working on the validation anxiety part. What about you? Has writing improved your life, or just given you new things to stress about?