If I’m writing flash-fiction, or for Daily Picspiration, or some random fancy that caught my attention, the words come only moments after I’ve set a goal.
When I sit to do that for my actual wip, my fingers develop some sort of disorder where only a handful of words are pecked free every few moments. I’ve never felt such a need to write with such a lack of…product.
So, I decided to figure out what my problem was…you know, to fix it. What is it that keeps me from writing on the most important project (besides my thesis)?
It has been the most frustrating block I’ve ever had. And it’s entirely mental. (I guess what else would it be?) I’ve been feeling like I don’t know what I’m doing. Not that I don’t know the story. I do. I know where it’s going, how it’s going to get there, why. But when I try to write it I question every decision as I make it. It takes me forever.
I don’t want to take forever.
So I experimented.
I stopped re-reading as I wrote and just wrote. I didn’t re-read it after I reached my goal. I closed the document. When I went back, I read two or three sentences to get my bearings and charged in. I got results. Not great results. But results. And then I thought–well, writing (or at least writer’s block is like a dead armadillo in the road. Slight discomforting, hard to face…but you can move past it. You can drive past it.
Then, you just have to keep it up. That’s really the hard part.