Saturday, October 11, 2008

Ay yi yi

So, I've been away a bit again. This time I have a good reason. Recently I was struck with what has been a recent blog topic: writer's block. Yes, the block. It isn't that I don't have ideas. I do. The problem is that I every time I sit down to work on these ideas I get my nightly limit (1,000 words) out, then read over what I wrote the next day. After making retching noises, I promptly do the electronic version of balling up the sheet of paper and tossing it in a wastebin.

When something is flowing well, however, there are interruptions. Work, family, a squalling child with enough chemical weaponry stockpiled in their Huggies to elicit UN sanctions...take your pick. After dealing with these minor crises, I end up sitting back down to realize I no longer have any clue where to go with the story, and once again the highlight and delete functions are employed.

So, procrastination or block? Not sure really. I have an outline for my NANOWRIMO project, and look forward to writing for the sheer joy of it. In the meantime, I'm abstaining from anything distracting that isn't absolutely necessary until I get at least one of these ideas crowding my head onto paper in some form. This means no television, no bars, no internet surfing, no good books...just typing reading, walking the block, and more typing. Nothing's flowing easily right now.

So, there we stand a storyless month in September, well below my goal of four stories, and it's shaping up to be a pretty barren October. Through willpower and coffee alone will I force November into being productive for 50,000 words. I can assure that much. Until then, I will be the invisible author attempting to finish a story with a baby in one arm and a coffee cup in the other.

J.C. Tabler


Aaron Polson said...

Best of luck with the block. I recommend a good sledgehammer.

Natalie L. Sin said...

One wonders what appendage you will be writing with if both hands are busy.

Catherine J Gardner said...

My niece yesterday - who had been busy drawing - stood up, balled the paper up, threw it across the room and declared, 'It's just no good'. She's only three. I guess we begin striving for perfection at a very young age. :)

Jamie Eyberg said...

It is like trying to drive a yugo uphill isn't it.

Carrie Harris said...

Yep yep yep. I promised myself that today would be different, and look at what I'm doing. Procrastinating again.