Show ‘em how you doing it now!
The writing block of dome is over!! Finally. For the past six torturous weeks I’ve had the unbearable constipated mental block that kept my writing from flowing. For those of you that don’t know my compulsive tendencies when it comes to writing you’d dismiss my plight as a simple passing thing. A passing thing that fed every fear I’ve had regarding my ability to create. For the past four years, daily, nightly, weekly, I’ve written with such fluidity that my catalogue of unpublished works even surprises me. Sure I’ve published two out of 120 fictional works, but that’s not the point.
What is the point you ask? I would say it’s the act of expression that sustain me. Its the rush of of adrenaline I get when I’ve tangled a reader or myself into a plot that comes from me. Turn it off, let the well run dry, and I’m just functioning.
I was even asked once by a friend if my routine of daily writing and online posting would stunt me, dry me out of my creative juices. I brushed it off with a laugh. Though the seed was planted. Along with my writers fatigue came doubt and unreasonable fear. Had I peaked? Was it just some burst of creativity that my professional and constantly changing personal life couldn’t sustain?
I’d say a little of both. But I’m no victim, I sure as hell won’t let myself off the hook of something as important as my writing is to me. So I took action:
* Each day I opened my laptop even if I couldn’t type single line.
* I tried several new authors that were completely out of my genre (maybe not completely I am intrigued by Vamps lately).
* I focused my energy toward the release of my next novel and started a plan to promote it.
* I decided to take back up my pass time of people watching, be it mall walking or lingering in a coffee shop, people and their strange mixings inspire me.
All in all I decided to ride it out. For weeks this went on until one morning (best time to write for me is between wake and sleep) I thought of a funny thing a character said. I wrote circles around that premise, and it drew me back into the lingering developments that were left unexplored. It wasn’t until I’d typed 7000 words that I realized…..
I’M BACK!!!!
And it couldn’t have happened at a better time…..
