Your writing sucks and no one wants to read it. Writing for the sake of writing is an excruciating way to torture yourself.
Can you fathom why?
Because you need a point. What is the point you’re trying to achieve? What are you expecting? Magic? Sudden brilliance materializing inside you to cause nothing but pearls to plink plink from the end of your pen?
Let me say this again: your writing sucks and no one wants to read it!
So why do you want to write every day?
T O I M P R O V E.
How fast do you presume that to take? Guess what? That, querant, takes years.
Focus on your consistency. Focus on completing your daily task. Would you care for a little trick?
Don’t reread your output. Nope. Burn it, compost it, use it for toilet paper. It’s garbage. You already know this.
Writing is a craft. It takes dedication, practice, and above all, it has to have some kind of life imbued into it. That imbuement is from you, your character, your truth. Not the pretty truth you show the world. No, the real truth of you.
You have to bleed for your craft. You have to live and die. You have to see. You have to feel. The words? The writing? Those are simple things which really mean nothing until you put them together with the force of your life.
So, your writing sucks and no one wants to read it?
That’s your motivation. It sucks because you haven’t given it life!
Do you want to write? Write!
(I tried to make a Frankenstein’s monster be a book, lol. Close enough, made with Wonder)