Tweet of the Day: 5 Reasons We Keep Writing
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Grrrr…..
This is a venting post. You know the type. The frustrated writer complains to the world that he can not write. If you were expecting a few updates on this blog, say Tuesday to Thursday, well….
I was all set up for the latest installment of of Wizards’ World War. One of the key characters is about to make the speech of a lifetime, or at least that was the plan. I sat in front the computer, juts like I’m doing RIGHT NOW annnnnnnnd….nothing. I could not pull the trigger. Fine, I take break, come back. Nada. Maybe wonder through interwebs for a little and then come back. Nothing. Fine, I’ll write in on Word annnnnd…zilch!
Grrr….
I could blame the heat. Yeah, I could that. But the AC cranked up to max right about now, the keyboard seems to be working fine and my fingers are alright.
Soooo…..
Yeah….
Sometimes you do need a mental break. And I have to admit I have dozen ideas in my head right now. A multiple chapter fic, my current WiP and two serials. The plan was to finish the current serials, take the rest of the summer off, serial wise, with a story here or some other stuff there and concentrate on the other two projects.
Alas….
Running theme, eh? Or maybe running with or from or something. Run-on sentences. Fragments even. Comma abuse.
Do you see what’s going on here?
I’ll just have to call this week a bust. Some weeks are good, like last week and some not so good. Maybe is closing anxiety. Perhaps, which another way of saying maybe, its the fear that whatever I finally put on the screen just won’t be good enough. Not only that, once this particular dispatch is posted, the veritable end of Season 2 is nigh. I feel like Moses, got a nice of view of the Promise Land, but they ran out of tickets before the opening day.
Note to self: avoid meaningless metaphors.
I’m calling the week a net loss.
Screw it!
Reload, rethink, re-imagine!
Till then, patience my friends, for this is the place where the stories never end.
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We’ve all been there! But a difficult, unproductive week doesn’t mean it was a bust. I often find that my best days come after my worst. Whatever was stuck in the subconscious is finally able to come out after all the brewing.
Good luck!
So true. I’ve been writing, not just what I was planning to write. My brain works in mysterious ways I guess.