Writing is like a disease. A disease that corrupts the mind. Takes your sleep, your eyes, your hands, and ability to speak. It doesn't care whether you continue or not, but the guilt will eat you alive if you don't.
It starts off with the joy of accomplishment. The feeling of a high so high that you'll never come down. The feeling that you have done something great, created something fabulous, that you'll continue to reach it again.
Then comes the negativity. The thoughts that it's not enough. You'll keep writing, but your efforts will slow because things aren't going the way you want them to. No one makes comments, no one compliments you. You did something great the first time, now people are used to it, to you.
Next is procrastination. You make plans to do things, but then you don't, start a project then leave it alone for it to get lost in the endless void of your papers and docs. You'll think of great ideas for poems, books, short stories, chapters, but you never get further than the first sentence.
Some skip past that symptom. They go straight into insomnia. The lack of an ability to sleep. Your mind is wired on a high you can't reach anymore, you are stuck on the floor reaching for a pedestal that is too high up. People will tell you to start looking forward. You won't listen. You reached the pedestal once before, surely you can reach it again, but you can't.
If you don't have one or the other soon, you'll have them a month or so after. Writing is a disease that is slow to kill. It may take years before it reaches its goal. You don't know what you're getting into, we had warned you, had we not? These three problems won't be the only ones.
Soon, you'll be forgetting to eat. Energy drinks replace water, coffee is no longer strong. Fight the urge to sleep because you have things to work on. But do you work on them? No. Procrastination has taken over your mind and your hands refuse to move. This is all your fault. Keep going, keep going, keep writing, keep showing, but no one is watching. No one is paying attention.
You'll get published, but then comes the depression. No one is willing to buy something that not even you have read. Or proof read. What are you doing with your life? Looking at the sky won't save you. You'll turn to the page again, ink pen in hand. Do you write? Yes, but only because it's all you have left.
Writing is a drug. One you continue to take. Again and again, because that's for your mind, your sake. Writing is like a disease. One slow to kill. A disease that corrupts the mind, takes your eyes and ability to complete anything.
Writing is a disease. It's after your heart. It's your choice if you let it take you or let it get this far. We had warned you, had we not? Writing is a disease, and it will get you if you don't watch.
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I can really relate to this, I try to write but then I just don't have the motivation for it all of a sudden, it so annoying. I literally have been procrastinating for like a month and I finally logged back on. The start is so relatable—that amazing high you get when you finish something you're proud of, feeling like a genius. But then it drags you into the messy reality. The way it describes the guilt if you don't write is spot-on. It’s that little voice that won't leave you alone. The descriptions of procrastination and the "endless void of your papers and docs" are painful because they're true.The progression of symptoms—from the initial high of accomplishment to the paralyzing self-doubt and procrastination—is painfully accurate. The line about being "stuck on the floor reaching for a pedestal that is too high up" perfectly describes that feeling of chasing a past success that feels just out of reach. I honestly love this a lot. Keep up the good work
I really like this poem/story. I'm sure others on YWS can relate to this, as well as other writers. When I have a story in my mind or a poem, it's like I want it to be perfect, I want it to be good.
'' You'll keep writing, but your efforts will slow because things aren't going the way you want them to. No one makes comments, no one compliments you. ''
The first writing platform I used was Wattpad. At first, I published my stories, but it seemed like nobody wanted to read them, or at least glance at them. There were so many good series and stories on the website, that it seemed that nobody wanted to look at my minor effort. But once I came on YWS, I felt like, 'Yeah, this is it.' I loved when people gave reviews on my work, even if it was just for points, or because they liked my poems and stories.
''But do you work on them? No. Procrastination has taken over your mind, and your hands refuse to move.''
I'm currently writing a story called The Heartz Chronicles (go check it out if you want too), and I finished the first 8 chapter, and I want to finish the whole story by next year. I still haven't done it.
But overall, this is a very good poem. It was very relatable to me, and I bet to others too.
Thank you for the review! I'm glad you liked it <3
~Taost
i really like this one! it can put you in the place of a struggling writer attempting to publish a book while having college or work in the way and trying to cram writing into that. i like how it shows a slow decline of health within this person and writing slowly becoming a chore you hate. in my opinion, this poem doesnt feel as strong as some of your others, but that doesnt mean it's not good. to me, my favorite part was when you do great at something and then that's all people see you for. and, if your skills decline or you get tired of writing, others might treat you harshly. so i do like this one a lot. youre doing great!
I wasn't aware you read my other poetry, but I'm happy you like this one.
You're right, my poems usually deal with a lot of emotion while this one might feel more of a description, which its meant to be. It's not meant to catch the attention of other people, like usual. Its meant to catch writers, and help them relate.
Thank you for commenting though!
~Taost
of course!
i really like this one! it can put you in the place of a struggling writer attempting to publish a book while having college or work in the way and trying to cram writing into that. i like how it shows a slow decline of health within this person and writing slowly becoming a chore you hate. in my opinion, this poem doesnt feel as strong as some of your others, but that doesnt mean it's not good. to me, my favorite part was when you do great at something and then that's all people see you for. and, if your skills decline or you get tired of writing, others might treat you harshly. so i do like this one a lot. youre doing great!