Note: This blog is not aimed at one author or group of authors in particular. It’s simply a collection of three years’ worth of observation and hella fascinating on why people do and say the things they do verses owning their failures. I’m aware that some of these excuses were real and valid but that’s not generally the case in my experience.
Excuses are like assholes. That’s what they say. Everyone has one. Unless, of course, your dog ate yours or you just got evicted or that pesky terminal illness you have had more than three dozen times and just barely escaped has crept back in. Whelp. Yes. Excuses are like assholes.
Between box sets I’m involved with, running a publishing company, and even co writing, I am pretty sure I’ve heard them all. But writers are a creative bunch. The fictional tales—often rooted in reality—I’ve heard for reasons people can’t make deadlines or honor commitments are nothing short of genius. Annoying? For sure. Because excuses are not something I make many of. At the same time, I think they warrant a blog of their own.
Excuses I have seen and heard in the three years I’ve been in indie world:
Shall I continue? I would, but I mean, my mother is dying and there isn’t much more room to write in chalk on my neighbor’s driveway since my eviction. I should probably stop here because it’s not good enough and my dog needs surgery because of my laptop he ate but I don’t really need it since I don’t have electricity and am on hospice care and destined to be dead before release anyway. If I was good enough I would have it done because my idea to finish this was epic. Instead of making adjustments, I’ll just make excuses because accountability gives me anxiety too. I hoped you enjoyed what I did get done of this blog because at least it can be a go-to guide for the next time a writer needs an excuse. As for me? I’ll work on my issues and try to remember that I’m an asshole too. ;-)