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I’ve had a tab in Firefox open at the WordPress “Create New Post” area for nearly twenty-four hours now.  And, in that time, I’ve used three different computers, with that tab open in all of them. But it’s not like I’ve just been staring idly into space, ignoring the desperate cries of my thronging public (hi Mum!).  No sir, I’ve jut been too busy to post! Phew, what a crazy twenty-four hours!  There was a dalek that wanted knitting, and some tasty dolmades that needed swift consumption.  And, um, Cracked.com needed to be read — I don’t want to fall behind!  And I had to sharpen my Work Pencils (that’s not some sort of sexual thing, either: they’re the pencils I use at work.  I give them capital letters to encourage them to work harder) and then I had to doodle for a while.

Let’s talk about writer’s block.

I was going to do NaNoWriMo again this year.  I really like doing it, and I even won it last year.  But we had another family crisis emerge in late October, and, instead of starting my latest awesome novel, I spent November 1 packing an urgent suitcase and dashing to the rural, coal-mining city of my birth to see family.  When I got home, I was tired, unhappy, stiff and had awful indigestion.  Instead of starting a novel, I started a bottle of something, then went to bed early. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.  But it kind of delayed the whole novel-business.  And, frankly, this year has been so sucky that I didn’t see much appeal in undertaking another unnecessary arbitrary deadline.  I love writing, and I really like NaNoWriMo — but this year, it just wasn’t for me.

I’m never sure what to do about writer’s block.  For me, it’s usually a convoluted response to stress.  Ultimately, I need to write out stressful events, really wring out all the vinegar, in order to feel like myself again.  But there’s an awkward window where I can’t write anything, and while I’m in that spot, it’s easy to fall out of the habit of writing.  Assuming no further dreadful things happen to me this year, writing should start to flow a bit more.

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