|Don’t try this at home. I’m being figurative.|
I need to charge. Because the brick wall that just broke my nose is like Platform 9 3/4 from Harry Potter and I am never going to get to Hogwarts if I don’t run full-speed into the wall. (Wow. I had no intention of throwing a HP reference into this post, but whatever. It applies.)
|This chick lost BOTH shoes. So, yeah. I win.|
So here’s my advice on writer’s block. (And, for the record, I feel weird giving “advice” because that makes it sound like I’ve got stuff figured out when, really, I have no idea. I’m floating along just like everyone else; on an over-inflated inner tube with a flat beer in my hand, a sunburn I’m going to curse in the morning, and a missing flip-flop that’s probably at the bottom of the river becoming part of some trendy fish’s human shoe collection.) Crap. There I go again. My tangents are getting out of control. What was I saying? Oh yes.
|OMG! Purple pumps? Yes! *click*|
BUT…if you’re still reading in the hopes that I’m about to say something really enlightening and completely worth your time (and by “your time” I mean your employer’s time–don’t act like you’re not sitting at work right now snooping on the internet with that carefully practiced “I’m in deep concentration” look you’ve so perfected through the years so your coworkers THINK you’re diligently organizing inventory or something… Dear God. I can’t stay on topic for the life of me.) then, by all means, read on.
|Why does Bonnie always get screwed?|
I know everybody says “just write” and that’s like the last thing you want to hear when you’ve been banging your head against your desk for three hours and you’re really hungry but you don’t want to get up to get food because you’ll have to pass the TV on your way to kitchen and the TV houses the gorgeous faces of the Salvatore brothers so there’s a good chance you’ll end up sitting down and watching Damon and Stefan protect Elena from all the ridiculous choices she INSISTS on making (really Elena? You’re willing to die? AGAIN?) instead of finishing your manuscript–which is NOT cool because you have a deadline and a super rad agent that you really, really don’t want to disappoint so…no midnight snack for you!–but you should still do it. (Write, that is. Not watch reruns of TVD until your eyeballs burn.)
|Bloody top hat.|
Here’s what I’m saying. When I get stuck, I open up a new word document and write whatever the eff comes to mind. I don’t write a story, I just write nonsense. Below is an excerpt from my latest writer’s block free-write(ish) practice, just to give you an idea of how I roll. I was writing a flashback for AVOW involving a character wearing a top hat when the proverbial brick wall jumped in front of me and yelled, “Boogie-Woogie-Woogie!”
|Float wisely, folks. Don’t become part of a fishy foot fetish.|
See? This is the nonsensical rambling of a a girl with writer’s block. But you know what? It helps. I swear it really, really helps. Even if all I do is type out curse words or Mrs. Damon Salvatoreover and over again, it still clears my head. So maybe try it sometime. When you’re stuck or mad or overwhelmed, just write.