As much as I’ve read and heard about the so-called writer’s block, this scary state of mind that stifles and “cripples” writers’ creativity, I don’t really believe in it. To me, it’s just an excuse for laziness, impatience, and lack of perseverance.
What I believe in is this: glue your butt to the chair, place your fingers on the keyboard, and start typing. Type whatever comes to your mind–on a certain topic. If you stay like this for at least an hour, your characters will speak to you. They’ll “dictate” to you what to write.
As a result, you’ll have something on a page. Even if it’s nonsense, most of which you’ll delete later anyway, it’s still better than an empty page. Because during your revision you can make a decent paragraph, or even one sentence, out of that “something,” but you can’t make anything out of nothing on a page. Simple as that.
I proved this to myself over and over. This past week as well. I felt miserable for four straight days, feeling the pressure of having to whip up a thousand words every day but not being able to do more than fifty. After fifteen minutes of the torturous staring at the screen, I would spring up with “I can’t do it!” and march out of the room, indignant at myself and at the world.
I’m ambitious. I’m organized. I’m a planner. My problem is, I tend to plan much more than I can handle, and then I suffer if I don’t reach my goal. So this time around was no different. I thought I would die of humiliation if I didn’t finish 7,000 words by Sunday night. I realized that I just couldn’t do it, but I also knew that couldn’t not do it.
So on Friday morning I forced myself to stay in the chair. I forced my fingers to type the “nonsense.” Well, Kate the narrator (bless her heart!) took pity on “poor me,” taking over within twenty minutes. 2,000 words were done in a little over two hours! Gosh, how I flew downstairs for a cup of tea! I had earned it! And what a boost it was for the next day.
On Saturday I wrote 3,010 words. Yay!
When I got up today, I couldn’t wait to hear what Nick (he’s the narrator in this scene) would have to tell me, so I got to the computer at 7:10 a.m. He “dictated” 2,040 words to me, thus helping me to reach my goal, and concluded with “Take a break till tomorrow, Nadya. It’s Father’s Day! Go have a drink with your hubby.”
Thanks, Nick. 🙂
My plan for the next week: 5,000 words.