I studied Art History in college. It’s an interesting major because, essentially, my entire education was learning how to break down this-
-into context, motive, design, color, theme, etc. While I absolutely loved every second of my education, I have found this to be an obstacle in my writing. I find myself dissecting -and when I say dissecting I mean picking to death– my word choices, my characters, even my idea:
Why am I writing this? What is her voice? Will this book make a positive difference in the world? Should I put a wood nymph here?? WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE??? *sobs*
Then I have to snap myself out of my existential rut and remind myself I am supposed to be having fun.
Am I the only one who over thinks things? What are your motives for writing?