Oh, I know this feeling all too well. I also crave that feeling, that what I’m writing really fizzes and sparkles, that I’m writing something amazing.
I didn’t feel like that today, when I wrote ‘Out on the range’. It was just an exercise in putting one foot in front of the other, of writing imagery, of trying to put myself in the head of Mystic the horse. In that sense it worked, but there was no twist at the end. Do I need a twist at the end of every story? I’m not sure, but I feel pleased when I do put one in there.
I also know that feeling that the Mouse Mind has of wanting to write stuff for other people, and for them to like it, but then despising myself for being so weak as to need or want to have ‘likes’.
Truthfully, I feel like I know when I’ve written something good, and I can be pleased with it even if not that many people like it – if at all – but I’m always thrilled when people do like my writing and even more so when they comment on what they actually like about the writing.
Well, it tells me that I’m going in the right direction, doesn’t it? Besides, it also backs up that advice writers have, which is to write what you would love to read; the times I’ve gotten the biggest response was when I put my heart and soul into being creative, challenging myself, enjoying myself, having fun, and being utterly pleased with myself when I hit that ‘publish’ button.
What’s it like for you writers out there?
I never suffer from writer’s block. I always have something to write about. Ideas and words are always available. They mix and mingle and multiply – they scurry around my brain – they give me no rest. The hard part is in catching them, putting them to work, organizing them, calming them – that is the part that requires effort for me, not creating them in the first place.
No, there is no such thing as writer’s block in my world. However, there is such a thing as Writer’s Boredom. I don’t stare at the blank page and wonder how to fill it. I stare at a page full of words and wonder, why am I bothering. It is all so BORING.
I write the words and they flow across the page. They flow, cough once, then sputter and die. They sit there on the screen looking pretty but doing nothing. Like an artist’s model…
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