Writers Block
There is an on-going – and often rather heated – debate about whether writers block is real, or imaginary, a figment of fertile and rather sensitive imaginations. Whether, in fact, it would be easily solved with a dose of Epsom salts and a canter over Hampstead Heath or any other rather forbidding and earthy expanse of hill, moor, rock or mountain.
For the sake of the argument I will assume that Writer’s Block is real, and that it is a symptom of writers who try so hard to get it right, that one day, their brains simply refuse to co-operate nor write another word. Writer’s Block is that outcome which says, You want me to write about feisty heroines, dashing cads – or dark and gloomy molderquarshes and franticulating fantoozies….again? Now? I just wrote you a wonderful piece last year? You need another one?? Oh the hell with it, no, No, NO!
Writer’s Block is that outcome which manifests in a total inability to write anything except laundry lists, and even these have to be overseen by a kindly laundry mistress who holds the pen and croons soothingly, ‘There, there….’
Some wonderful authors have indeed had very serious writing allergy syndrome. Their lives collapse, as around them the publicity machine, their agents, publishers and the hopeful public wait for another gem from the pen of…. Which simply refuses to materialise.
So to avoid writers’ block, these are my top tips:-
- Scrap perfectionism.
- Get the plot down in outline first, without obsessing about the details.
- If the thought of writing makes you dizzy or ill, nauseated or stressed, LEAVE IT and go for a bracing run on Hampstead Heath or some other or any other rather forbidding and earthy expanse of hill, moor, rock or mountain. Nothing is more important than being happy and relaxed.
- Life is not about writing. Life is about friendship, love, companionship, having fun, being kind to people. If you can’t remember what that feels like, (if you can’t remember what fun means) you need to get away from your desk for at least a fortnight, probably a month, and preferably somewhere where you will be fed peeled grapes by an adoring acolyte who makes you feel special.
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September 28, 2016
Writers Block Revisited
Fran Macilvey 'Trapped: My Life with Cerebral Palsy', Fran Macilvey, Fran's School of Hard Knocks, Memoir, Path To Publication, The Rights & Wrongs of Writing, Women's fiction and chic lit 2 Comments
Writers Block Revisited
I sense that writers block is the culmination of a reluctance to write, a final, cul-de-sac signal from a mind too tired of being ignored to tolerate yet more prevarication. The mind says, ‘I want a break, I’m not enjoying this’ and all too often we ignore it, press on with our word targets, or with trying to meet impossible deadlines.
Perhaps we identify too heavily with the end result of our work, rather than allow ourselves to enjoy creative processes. We like to focus on how many words we wrote today, but do we ever ask ourselves, Did I have fun today, while I was writing? Was I ecstatic for five hours? – which would be an amazingly worthwhile experience. How many workers, these days, can honestly put their hands up and say, yes, I worked for hours today and whaddaya know, during every minute of my time, I felt like I was in heaven!
Setting ourselves unrealistic targets has one advantage: our target focusses our thoughts on the task ahead. For example, I might say – I need to get Lisa Somerville finished by the end of September this year, then Susan Scott by the end of December, and Pip by March next year. Great! Got a plan, an idea, a strategy to aim for. Which is a great way to motivate me.
But if we then insist that we have to do this, meet these targets, come up with the goods instead of enjoying the process – which should be fun! – we start to fret, worry, and obsess. And, more importantly, how on earth can we maintain unrealistic deadlines if real life intrudes? Bereavements, heartbreak, family crisis, how well do we handle these, if we are beating ourselves up about not writing today, or about not networking on FB recently.
Typically, a full-scale case of ‘can’t write, will never write another word, ever aaaarggghhh!!!! which is either a full scale panic or a full scale blank wall, is preceded by weeks, months, and even years of hints, nudges, that quiet reluctance which would like to quit, rest, leave it. Even obsessing over details can hint at dissatisfaction, a hatred of deadlines set by other people (or by our own ridiculous expectations).
You might have to manage your time with a publishing deal that requires you to write a book a year, and you stubbornly refuse to farm out the editing, insisting that only you can do it justice. It may be that you don’t want to disappoint your fans, your publisher, that you need the money to finance a new home.
But if none of this brings you joy, eventually, your mind will simply sit down on the floor of your creative space and refuse to budge an inch: causing devastating emotional collapse. And all because the lady loved Milk Tray and wouldn’t allow herself to enjoy the company of the man who brought her chocolates.
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