Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Hellooooo, Anybody Down Here?
That quote is a good one, no? The problem is the "working" part.
You see, I've been in some kind of writer's funk, rut, abyss. It happens sometimes. My wheels spin on a project and I make no forward movement, either because I lack the confidence to pull it off, I'm stuck, or just plain burned-out.
Then I get on Twitter and Facebook, hear about everyone else's progress and feel awful about my writer self. I say things to myself like, "What is wrong with me? Today I'm going to force myself to write."
But I find other things to fill my writing time slot--jewelry orders, blog posts, freelance writing gigs, beta reading--and my manuscript is left untouched.
Except this time around, I did something different. I finally gave myself permission. To do everything but write. I knew it was just a stage, I'd been here before.
I wallowed, read other books in my genre, savored all those lovely sentences, and then something happened. I couldn't stand it anymore. I HAD to put something, anything on a blank page. It wasn't pretty, but it was a start.
Because, I'm a WRITER, damn it! It's in my blood.