Writer’s block sucks.
I’ve been suffering from it for well over a week. While many are participating in NaNoWriMo (yes, auto correct, that’s the word I want), I’ve been trying to plod along at my 1,000 words a day. This will result in a first draft completed by the end of November.
As is my usual M.O., I was ahead on my word count. I hate waiting until the last minute for deadlines, and it’s no different with my writing.
Then came family birthdays. Halloween. My never-ending kitchen which probably won’t be done by Christmas.
That is before you take into consideration this is the busiest time of year at work. I’m going in early and working through lunch, and I still have to bring things home at night.
I am literally writing this post as I wait outside my daughter’s dance class.
So, yeah, time is tight.
But it’s more than that.
Normally the characters are dancing in my brain. Invading my commute. Singing to me in the shower.
They’ve gone silent.
Maybe because I wasn’t listening to them. Who wants to shout at a wall?
Or maybe there is something wrong with the story. Maybe I backed my characters into a corner and I’m playing Barbies with them rather than writing a coherent novel.
Or perhaps it’s this pesky plotting business, and my characters just don’t want to do what’s supposed to happen next. Always
It’s possible figuring out the underlying cause of my writer’s block will help me beat it, but it
might not won’t.
I need to work through it. Close my eyes, give up my pre-conceived ideas of what was going to happen next, and let the characters talk to me. Let them lead me on their journey.
Looks like I’m a pantser no matter how hard I try to be otherwise.