Future Fears

New York Sunset

I’ve been thinking a little too much about the future. Or rather, the distant future. It’s been almost too easy lately to get caught in thought spirals that lead me to wondering how I managed to start working a random office job instead of working as a full time writer or wonder why I don’t own a house yet or why I am not doing the whole married, kids nonsense. I get so paralyzed in these thought spirals and in thinking about the future that I have a difficult time getting anything done at all.

Lately, I’ve been trying to analyze these feelings and get down to the root of why they’re there. And it all comes down to this – I get really, super fixated on an eventual outcome or goal. Let’s use this as an example – I start focusing really hard on the picture of my finished, published book up on a shelf. I can see it in my mind’s eye. Mary E. Nolte on the spine in Barnes & Noble and every little independent bookstore in Pittsburgh.

I become fixated on this image. I can’t let it go. I cannot get it out of my head. I am obsessed with it. And then, I become so transfixed by the idea of my book up on a shelf that I can’t think about anything else. And then I start with the negativity towards where I am now. Thoughts like “there is no possible way that my book will ever be good enough to be published” and “even if it is published, people won’t read it. Why would they read it? It’s a hot mess and there’s no way it can ever be fixed” start running through my head.

I become so obsessed with the idea of my finished book and its potential failure that I become paralyzed when it comes to moving forward from where I am now. I can’t bring myself to sit down and edit this next draft because I’m so obsessed by the finished product and this is so far from the finished product that I don’t believe I’ll ever get there.

Focusing on that far-off future outcome doesn’t get me anywhere. By thinking about my book getting published I get so anxious about the next steps to getting there that I can’t even bring myself to work. If, instead, I could focus on the next draft of my novel, the next chapter, even, I might be in a better place. If I could just focus on the picture of myself sitting down for a few hours after work to edit, I might be able to actually get something done.

So much of my anxiety surrounds the fact that I am looking too far into the future. Instead of focusing on what needs to get done next, I focus on the end goal. If, instead, I focused on the next thing. If I focused on the next few chapters being rewritten. I might be able to move forward, slowly. I might be able to get to the end of that next draft and then again to the end of another.

Don’t get me wrong. I think it’s a good idea to have that far-off goal in mind. But I also think that it doesn’t do anyone any good to think of it as that conceptual future thing all the time. Because then you’re missing the steps that go between now and then. You’re missing the picture of you, sitting at that desk, writing that book, chapter by chapter, sentence by sentence, word by word, draft by draft. That is what you should be picturing. That is what you should be focusing on.

As we speak, I’ve edited 5,191 words of an 86,000 word manuscript. I need to work on taking my own advice. Maybe I’ll buckle down and do it right now.

 

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2 thoughts on “Future Fears

  1. This is how I see it:
    You can reach the dream, but every dream is made up of steps, and the dreamer must build each step before they can put weight onto it.
    A simple reminder: writing only 250 words a day produced a first draft of 90k words in one year.
    Each step must be considered with the goal in mind, but don’t lose sight of the need to build the step, or you walk in mud that drags you down.

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