This modest collection of tweets is only a snapshot into the consuming hellfire that is writer’s block. I had never experienced this inescapable existential crisis, so I had zero skills on how to combat it. (caution: animated images!)
Here is my recap and review of The War of Art by Steven Pressfield. Step 1. Read this book. Step 2. Do your work.
How is the enchanting world of writing holding on without me? No, I’m kidding; I know it’s a mess. What? Can’t a girl dream?
After a night of procrastinating online, I click – with a load of frustrations – YES when Word asks me if I want to save changes to this document. After all, it’s a bloody 30 words. Yet, if I don’t write at all, which you’d think would spare me a lot of frustrations, my ideas gather in […]
So if you read Slay Belle’s writing post from this past Sunday, she made public the challenge that I made in NaNo and Beyond: in the forty days of Lent, from Ash Wednesday to Easter Sunday, try to write a 50,000 word or more novel. I’m not as picky as the real NaNoWriMo people are; […]
Back in November, I was chronicling my progress through National Novel Writing Month. I undertake the challenge annually, beating my head against the 30 day, 50,000 word wall. When I’m done, I say to myself, “Self, take a well earned week or so off. You’ve deserve it! And we’ll buckle down to rewrites soon!”
I always capitalize Writer’s Block. It’s just out of respect. You would think that the master craftsmen of the literary vernacular could have come up with something more suitable. Writer’s Block doesn’t even begin to cover it.
You wouldn’t believe how long I’ve stared at this Word document before I started typing. You’d think that after reading article after article on how to beat writer’s block, I’d have this thing down and words would bend to my every whim. Defeating writer’s block is a process ““ a long, arduous process ““ but […]
Never trust a writer who says she’s never experienced writer’s block. She’s lying. All writers, no matter what they’re writing, hit a wall at some point when the ideas stop coming and there just aren’t any more words that want to get onto the page.
We do a lot of writing here. We’ve had days where we’ve collectively written 20k words, and managed to spell most of them correctly. We’ve each also had days where it seems easier to crab walk through wet cement than it would be to fill another story slot in our calendar.
I’m already failing my task of participating in NaNoWriMo this year. My story hit a dead spot less than 800 words in and there’s no redeeming it. So Mack and Sarah were eaten by zombies. On a dark and stormy night. The end.