It’s been quite a while since my last entry, but as I haven’t really been publicizing this website or my social media, for that matter, I doubt many people have missed the drought here at SG. Truth is, I’ve had writer’s block since last March. Recently, I had the honor of chatting with a number of wildly successful authors who told me the same thing: JUST WRITE. It doesn’t matter what you write, just get in the practice of writing and the dam holding your creativity hostage will begin cracking, then crumble away, unleashing a flood of ideas and WHAM! you’ll be back in business before you know it. Hearing this has been very encouraging. I know I’m not the first writer to fall victim to writer’s block and I most definitely will not be the last. In another blogpost here, I tried to rationalize my writer’s block, citing research and resources. Looking back at that, I realize just how much hogwash went into that post. I wasn’t trying to unblock anything – I was trying to “rationalize” my writer’s block and in essence, giving it permission to remain lodged firmly in my brain, preventing access to all but the most basic of thoughts (pee, eat, go to work, do laundry, etc.)
So, what am I doing now? Am I writing another post to explain away my inability to string words together into coherent sentences, develop characters for a novel that’s been patiently waiting to be written since 2009, when the first “Steel Goddesses” novel came out? I’d like to say “no.” I’d like to say I’m taking the advice of those wildly successful authors who encouraged me to JUST WRITE. I’m JUST WRITING. I’m getting on a bicycle that’s been lying propped up against the side of the house since last March, a little rusty, squeaking as the wheels turn, the chain clinking as I pedal, dangerously close to slipping off, but not. just. yet. I’m pedaling. Slowly, but still pedaling, my knees creaking and popping; the bike wobbling beneath me as I struggle to find my balance. The “mom” portion of my brain has a hand up to her mouth, watching me nervously wobble down the sidewalk. “Don’t you think we should put the training wheels back on?” she calls, trying to keep her voice calm. “At least, just until you’ve regained your balance?”
I pretend not to hear her, and slowly continue pedaling.
Hopefully, I’ll be speeding down the sidewalk soon.
WHAT I LISTENED TO AS I WROTE THIS:
- “Under the Milky Way” – The Church
- “Open Letter to NYC” – Beastie Boys
- “Blank Generation” – Richard Hell & the Voidoids
- “A Rose Alone” – Mr. Big
- “Future Days” – Pearl Jam
- “Metal Thrashing Mad” – Anthrax