This must be the twentieth post I’ve started this week. I’ll finish this one…it’ll end one way or the other.
Writing is a funny thing. Sometimes it’s the easiest most exciting thing in the world, and sometimes it’s worse than pulling a tooth. At least the tooth usually comes out quickly, words on the other hand don’t, and there are a lot more of them.
I’ve always heard of the beast known as writer’s block, but until recently I’ve never met the horror face to face. The tricky bit about recognizing the wee beastie is that it has this amazing camouflage. Sometimes it dresses up in “things that must be done first,” other times it changes it’s color to “wouldn’t you rather do this other fun and easy thing,” then there’s the old “white page = black hole, words are typed and then mysteriously disappear,” my personal favorite “aaauuughghhghhgh” which is just the sound of me procrastinating, and the classic “I have no idea what happens here in this unexciting bit of the story” trap.
Solution? None. Just keep pulling words out until the book is done. It never hurts as bad as I think it will.
It’s nearly May. If I’m not golden by the end of May… King Midas owes me one. lol