I never get writer’s block. Not really.
There’s just so much to write. So many ideas [dancing whirling swirling careening] through my head. Sometimes I get stuck on individual words, but I’ve learned to just bracket the concept I’m trying to get at and move on. See above.
And sometimes, I’m not entirely sure what should happen in the story arc, but I’ll do some brainstorming and it will come. I’ll pull out the unlined journal and scribble and draw pictures and create timelines and connect events like dots in a children’s activity book. And it will manifest.
But this is all in regards to my fiction.
When I write non-fiction, blog posts and the like, I sometimes get stuck.
Like now, which is why I’m rambling.
I just want to work on my novel.
But also, there’s cleaning to be done. And other jobs that pay bills. And potential jobs that I’m not sure I really want.
And I feel guilty right now, because my wife is cleaning and I was supposed to help her. But she said I could write. She’s amazing.
And I promised myself I would write one blog post a week.
I want to give up right now. Say, “fuck it.” Try again next week.
And yet I sit here and try to write something worthwhile.
This is not it. You know that. I know that.
What do you do when you’re stuck? What do you do when you just don’t want to get out of bed? When you felt like it was all starting to go so well and then you get derailed? Something stupid happens, something that’s probably pretty minor even, you just made a bad choice maybe, but it gets you in a crap mood, and life becomes this annoyance, this task that you never asked for. How do you get out of it?
I’m pretty good at berating myself. But I know that will end too. Just like the story will come eventually.
Writing helps. Which is ironic, right? You can’t write. You don’t want to write. But writing helps.
Leave me some comments. Seriously. Tell me how you deal with writer’s block, with getting-out-of-bed block, etc. I could use the advice.
I’m going to go help my wife.