Writer’s Block

This is what I dread most about writing.  It’s not all the work that goes into writing.  I love writing.  I love when it flows out of me.  I love when I have so much to write for a project.  I love rewriting multiple drafts, too.  It’s not the rejections I receive either.  The awful writer’s block fills a person with so much despair she nearly wants to give it up altogether.

I’m presently stuck in a writing rut where I am unable to make progress on any of my current writing projects.  I began working on completing the first draft of a thriller I started two years ago.  I have about 47,000 words written already, but the process of adding to this manuscript has been painfully difficult.

I have four poetry submissions I’m waiting to hear about and two short story submissions.  I have seven queries to literary agents about my first novel I’m also waiting to hear back about.  I don’t have much going on now.

I try to draw on reading current novels written in a similar genre to get my creative juices flowing.  I recently finished reading a book called Whoever Fights Monsters: My Twenty Years Tracking Serial Killers for the FBI by Robert Ressler.  It’s true crime I found quite riveting.  Some parts were hard to get through and digest because of how grotesque they were.  I found it helpful to read something that was as exciting as the novel I’m writing.

Now I’m in the middle of reading In the Woods by Tana French.  So far, I haven’t found the story all too interesting and I can’t connect with or feeling anything for the characters.  I will still finish it though.

I’m working on finishing the final draft of three poems I want to submit to a literary magazine.  I have a short story I’ve meant to fix and submit to a lit mag.  I just haven’t gotten around to it yet.  I should write more for this blog.  I haven’t published many posts since I started it.

My progress overall has been slow–almost nonexistent.  I write in my journal as often as possible to keep myself working on something all the time.

It is already November 5.  NaNoWriMo has begun.  I decided not to participate this year.  I did write for it in November of 2014.  I wrote about 52,000 words by the end of the month.  Then I reached 70,000 words for that novel, but that’s also unfinished.

I suppose I should just force myself to sit down for about four hours a day to write.  Like some famous writers have said, if you wait for inspiration to write, you’ll never write anything.  You just have to do it.  You can always rewrite it later.  Even if you don’t use what you write, it’s good practice to write constantly.  Aim for two or three thousand words to write each day.  That’s up to twelve pages in a novel.  Or at least try to write one thousand words if you’re really struggling.  It’s good writing experience to write every day.  Don’t worry about its quality when it’s only the first draft.

I need to write something–anything.  I find it easier to improve my writing skills if I’m always working on something every single day, which I haven’t been doing lately.  Another idea could come out of what I’m working on.  That’s what happened when I wrote my first novel.

Now, I must get to it.  Write.

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