Well, it finally happened. Writer’s block. Oh, the angst of it all.
The old first draft is starting to take a turn or two on its own and, to tell the truth, it kind of freaked me out. I didn’t know what was going to happen next and the first draft wasn’t talking.
The result? I couldn’t get my writing started. Okay, that’s not quite true. I did write a paragraph. Then I deleted it. Then I went through the sequence again. And again. And blabbity blah. Not squat did I get written in my allotted hour today.
A complete disaster, you say? That’s not the case, I’m pleased to say. I actually learned some things that—lucky you!—I will now share:
- It’s not the end of the world if nothing gets written on a given day. Empires won’t rise or fall. Nor municipalities, even.
- It’s probably a good idea for me to lubricate my brain cells with a stream-o’-consciousness free write before I start hammering the brass tacks.
- It’s wise for me to avoid writing attempts in bustling places like the coffee shop I spent my hour in today. (It’s a wonderful hangout under most other circumstances.)
- Maybe most important, “block” is a misnomer. It’s more of a space, an empty field where ideas can grow.
The best part is, after all this spacing and learning and whatnot, I now know where the next scene is going.
So, um, yippee!
Lame ending? Well, I told you I was blocked.
By the way, here’s your reward (or punishment) for reading this post: today’s small smackerel, from the wholly unwashed first draft. smackerel 12-07-11