I have been doing this blogging thing for a small bit now. I have seen many posts and articles on the topic of writer’s block. The symptoms, the consequences and how to get through it. So this morning I figured, what the hell, I am going to throw my opinionated hat in the ring.
Writer’s block only exists because it has a name. It isn’t anything special that only affects writers. This type of blockage affects other kinds of creative types to: visual artists, audio artists, even mimes.
Oh, but it is also encountered by those who aren’t shoehorned into the traditionally creative lackadaisical types. Except for them, it is called Monday, not accountant’s block, like it is an affliction only the number crunchers that keep the world turning can catch. Seems kind of pretentious doesn’t it? When people would be doing anything rather than what they have been doing. When laziness catches up and just won’t let go. When the duffle bag labelled Fuches (pronounced: foo-chez) is unzipped and found to be empty. When only if one’s abode were to burst into flames could one peel themselves off the couch and put down the streaming television service. It isn’t necessarily a blockage of inspiration, it can also be an unwillingness to work.
So, do what the rest of the world does. Get behind the wheel of the old busted ass battle worn car. Lift kit and dually axle on the hind end. Rusted and bullet riddled, three toned because the passenger door and hood needed replacing. Netting on the windows. Steel windshield with viewing slots like a tank. A trunk full of guns and sorrow. Bumper stickers that inquire “How is my driving?” state “I am proud of my VES Honor Student,” and “Honk if you are horney.” Kyuss’s Blues for a Red Sun has been stuck in the tape deck for over twenty years and is queued up, right where it needs to. You know, the car you keep in the garage of your heart.
When laziness stands hulking and angry, in tighty whities and a Nixon mask. Drive directly into that son of bitch. Nets on the windows down and flapping in the breeze while you lean out the window unloading a submachine gun. While the other you – this is a metaphor after all – riding shotgun hits the button on the rocket launcher. Then says something funny about how they are riding rocket launcher instead of shotgun. And of course the part of you who subscribes to Freudian thought standing on the hood with an electric guitar slung across their back while unloading a shotgun into the air, for no reason other than to make this scene more awesome.
That is how everyone gets through a Monday. That is how one beats writer’s block. By effing doing it. So go do it!
I fell off the wagon this week, but I got up and have been running right behind it. Between over committing to blogging and writing for both the zweihanderplusein and my yet to be titled book I just couldn’t find enough time. Also, life just caught up with me. I looked around the house and couldn’t remember the last time I contributed to cleaning. Sure I cook, but that isn’t quite enough. My wife and I have both been so busy we haven’t spent much quality time together. What I am trying to say is, I bit off more than I could chew, then failed to chew it.
It isn’t all bad though and this isn’t one of those, I am going to take a break and reevaluate my life posts. Which sounds like something that someone who is about to say, “I am going to take a break and reevaluate my life,” would say. I can assure you I am not though.
Quite the opposite. This has been a huge month for writing. I am fifty percent of the way through my goal for Camp NaNoWriMo. Which, even though I haven’t made a lot of progress this week, is still far more than I had when I started. Hell, I even have an ending! Now it is just filling in the gaps and getting all the characters there. On top of that, Zweihanderplusein is having its most successful month! Only a handful more views and it will have surpassed and, in every other stats case, blown away the reigning most popular month. This month isn’t even done yet!
That could not happen without all of you reading and taking part in comments, likes, and shares. I really appreciate it. I thoroughly enjoy reading and writing and it is great when it can be shared with people who have the same passion and love supporting the community.
Well the first week of camp is pretty much over with. Kind of sad to see it leave, but I love to watch it go. I have been in front of my computer every single day – including my birthday – busting my hump writing. Each day, I have hit my word target and according to the website I am on track to finish on the 29th of July.
A few days before camp started I got the bright idea to crank up the post rate on my blog. I have supplied zweihanderplusein’ers with a new post each day since the 26th of last month. It’s manageable, but why the hell did I set two goals at the same time? As the saying goes; Bite off more than you can chew. Then chew it!
At this point I have 12,185 words down. Sure they are in a globulus pile that may have once resembled the idea of what my story was. If I were to start proofreading I believe I would discover some Lovecraftian truth about the universe and just wind up crying in heap on the floor. My sanity and my will to carry on like a wayward son, shattered.
Sure, I will need to go over these words a few extra times along with the 40,000ish other words I haven’t written yet. That was the plan though. Get drunk on the idea of writing a book, I mean really drunk, liquor and beer drunk. Wake up and say, that isn’t my puke drunk. Waddle hung over to the computer, start writing, and hear someone crying from somewhere else in the house drunk. Puke the words out! All over the place in any order. I can clean it up later. Turn it into something people may want to read. Just. Keep. Writing.
Today is the first day of camp. I don’t know how things are going to go. I have my little outline and mind map made out. I even have a few blurby bits here and there. Do I expect to hit 50,000 words. Nnnnnooooooooot rrrreeeaallllyy. I can try though right! I mean how hard can it be to write a speculative autobiography/humor bathroom reader/science fiction novel?
If you see a slowing down of posts or a complete absence, don’t be worried. I am fine, just busy working on something else on the side of what I am already working on the side with. Wish me luck! If I am not excreting pure excrement, perhaps I will throw a few choice cuts up on the blog.