A novel, believe it or not. Anybody that knows me and has experienced the self-doubt and ADHD symptoms that basically make up the bulk of my character should know how difficult this is for me to admit, but here I am, somewhat anonymously putting on the internet for all to see.
It’s something I’ve always wanted to do, but have been terrified of doing because of two things: crippling self-doubt and fear of criticism. I’m trying to get past those two stumbling blocks in the following ways:
- Writing the book just for the sake of writing it. I will be far more proud of myself if I could sustain an idea long enough to write 300 pages on it than if I can write 300 pages that other people can appreciate as much as me.
- Keeping in mind that there is an amazing amount of poorly-written published books out there so there’s no reason I can’t do something, even if I do it badly, if other people are also do it, and badly.
- Allowing myself the space and the time to produce a full-length novel. This is especially hard for me as someone that suffers from ADHD – I’ve had enough hyper-bursts of productivity that I know I can most likely write a short-story without issue. Keeping my own interest in a hobby long enough to write hundreds of thousands of words though is literally me fighting against my own biology to achieve a goal. This explains the embarrassing amount of half-finished scarves in my closet.
- Appreciating the journey over the destination. I want to finish this thing, I do, for multiple reasons, the least of which is my tendency to start things without finishing them. I don’t want to let what might seem very far away take away from the joy of writing in the moment, which is something I have been missing for a very, very long time.
Keep It To Your Shelf 
Same here!
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