I’m trying to work out what the problem is with getting words on the page. It’s like I have thousands of words in my mind but when I start to write I get tripped up on the smallest of things. I can see where I want the characters in my book to go but when my fingers hover over the key board, I stall. It’s like someone has put a sheet over my head and I can just make out the details through the fabric, but only if I concentrate.
If I get up to put the kettle on for a drink or leave to do something simple like stretch my back. Then Wham, the sheet is lifted off my head and I see it all again. As soon as I sit my but down in the chair, then down comes the sheet. It would be fantastic if I could plug my mind into the computer, I would finish a novel a day.
I remember reading somewhere that writing a novel is like holding a hammer and chisel.
Before you is the complete story, but it’s encased in solid stone. Its my job as a writer to chip away slowly and mithodickly, uncovering the story that’s held within the stone. Always being careful not to damage the treasure inside.
I think that sometimes my arm is just too tired to Weald that hammer. maybe a day off is needed.
I understand this feeling. I think a lot of writers have this issue. I believe it is fear. I believe it is perfection rearing it’s ugly head telling us (writers) that we can only put words onto the page that are perfect. When you can tell yourself that the first draft is supposed to look ugly, is supposed to be vomit onto the page then maybe, just maybe you can get out of your own way and write all that you are meant to write; you are a writer and need to keep writing. Don’t give up.
Peace,
Morgan