Today we’re going to talk about writer’s block, the bane of a writer’s existence (outside of form rejection letters, ha-ha). Sometimes it’s not that you can’t think of anything to say, but that you can’t think of anything good to say, or just that you can’t figure out an interesting enough way to say it.
I’ve been fruitlessly trying to get a good foothold into book 2 with little success for weeks now. So far, my writing attempts go as follows: I write a few pages, hate them, delete-delete-delete, rewrite, still hate ‘em, delete-delete-delete, rewrite, weep uncontrollably at how amazing and beautiful these pages are, turn away for a half a second, turn back to find it’s turned into complete and utter SLOP!! SLOP!! How could I have ever thought this was good? Restrain myself from chucking a battery through the computer screen, stare stupidly at that infuriating white space for the better part of an hour, throw my hands up in despair, and go watch Aqua Teen Hunger Force and Squidbillies until I can’t feel feelings anymore.
I have several ‘remedies’ for writer’s block. I go for a walk, put the whole thing out of my head and work on something else for a while, go off and daydream for a bit, read a book, and (my personal favorite) put on some music that would serve as an excellent ‘soundtrack’ for the scene I’m trying to write. My personal favorites are Muse, Rob Zombie, Enya, Air Supply…anything nice and emotionally stimulating, depending on the needs of the scene.
Sadly, all these things have forsaken me lately. I have perhaps 7 pages written that don’t make me want to kill myself, but that’s only an estimate because I haven’t been able to bring myself to look at it for days. I hate this book. Eventually I hope I’ll learn to love it, perhaps the way a pretty mother learns to love an ugly baby.
Anyone else have any good tips or tricks for getting past writer’s block? Or just similar stories of woe and despair that you’d like to share with the rest of the class?