I want to thank everyone who took the time to respond to my blog on Writer’s Block. It was interesting to read the different responses; get a fresh perspective or two.
The consensus seems to be split between a mental barrier associated with some disturbing events in my life and a lack of commitment or drive to write. To be honest, both these theories seem to fit. The book I was working on at the time of my daughter’s diagnosis is fully plotted in my head. I’ve worked out every detail. Yet I sit down to work on it and go completely blank. The smallest things will distract me and I’m off to something less stressful (like TV or food!!!).
Then there’s the lack of commitment issue that was offered by a few friends. Boy, that one slapped me full force. What is it we tell our kids; practice makes perfect, if at first you don’t succeed, try again? Yea, that’s it. Then, being good parents, we practice a little tough love. We restrict their “play” time until the job is done. Guess I need a little restriction. Anybody want to adopt me?
Here’s what I’ve come up with for a solution to my writer’s block. I’ve decided it’s a real condition. Remember, an illness doesn’t have to be physical to be real. It can be mental, emotional or even spiritual – but the affects are there just the same. Not that writer’s block is an illness, but it is a condition that has a profound influence on my writing life. And if I’m going to have a writing life, I have to find a way to overcome it.
First I have taken stock of my situation. My daughter still lives and deals with her cancer but she’s doing great. In fact, both kids are doing well as are the grandkids. My day job is going just fine. I have no inherent distractions; I’m single and live alone and even have a housekeeper twice a month. I really have no excuses!!!
Now it’s time for action. It’s a combination strategy of the suggestions offered in my previous blog. I’m going to put my old story aside until I’ve complete at least one new story. I’m going to turn off the TV, move away from the refrigerator, put my butt in the chair, hands on the keyboard and WRITE. I’m going to set aside one hour every evening for this endeavor until I’m writing regularly or hell freezes over! I’m making this commitment in front of you, my friends, for the accountability factor. I’m obviously too easy on myself. Please keep positive thoughts for me over the next little while. I need all the help I can get.