There’s a common conception amongst writers that there’s really no such thing as ‘writer’s block’. And it’s true. There isn’t. Look at this for proof. I’m writing. I’m just not writing what I oughta be. That’s the difference. Today I’ve written a mini-shopping list, a letter excusing the Girl from PE and a couple of comments on a couple of sites (not even Facebook, miraculously). I’ve written stuff in my head in the bathroom – where ideas scream nearly as vociferously as the shower blast competing with the extractor fan at 6.45 in the morning – and I’ve written scenes in my head whilst at the very not-rocket-science paid job. Oh, I’ve also written two text messages and praised myself for remaining within the character limits for a one-pager whilst spelling everything correctly and using perfect punctuation and grammar to shame Stephen Fry. It’s sad, I know. But writing’s in my soul. And though it DOES matter that I can’t find the word inside me to continue with either book I'm currently writing, I know that even if they both remain at a standstill for the time being, this too will pass and the words will come. As these words have come. See?
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7 comments:
Debs, Its official. We were separated at birth!
Seriously - I'm with you - In the horrors about whether to continuie with a book I've commited months and thirty thousand words too. But if I'm having doubts...how can I expect someone else to believe in it?
Sister - I hear you! x
Are least you are both writing books. I am riding and cooking and shopping and reading and....
What I'm not doing is writing.
Anne, believe me, if I could ride and cook and (enjoy at least) shopping - I'd be doing it instead of writing too (these cursed procrastinationary devices!)
I have to ditto what you said, Debs. I'm writing alot too- texts, comments, FB, yada yada, but I'm not writing what I'm supposed to be writing:(
Oh God, add me to your list. So close to giving up on this writing lark :-( But I'm like an alcoholic, I can't seem to stop even though I know the ending might upset me.
xx
Girls, d'you think it might be the s.a.d. January blues thing? I just want to find a nice (carpeted, obviously) cave somewhere and curl up for a few weeks. I want to do nought but eat and sleep and not in that order. Writing? I can't remember how to do it and how it fits in with this strange world right now. Thanks for keeping me company. x
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