There are those moments when writing comes easily for me, when the words flow easily from my fingertips and everything is fine and dandy and I can do a couple thousand words easy and everything is hunky doory.
And then…there is the BRICK WALL.
Yeah. Like this one.
The ideas stop. The dialogue sucks and the descriptions become non-existant. You get the orrible sinking feeling that you’ve done something wrong. “But yesterday it was so easy!” you cry. “Yesterday my character were doing wonderful things, yesterday the whole thing practically wrote it’s fucking self! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!”
You beat the brick wall with a stick, hating it’s cold touch and it’s chalky texture. This is not fair. This always happens! You’re just going along, minding your own business, and then out of nowhere, WHAM! Brick wall.
This is the point I am not now. I know where my characters nee dto go–I know where I need them to be. But getting them there is practically impossible. There’s something hat distracts me, that keeps for me from writing. I have the ides. I think about hem all day at work. Then I get home, and sit down in front of my computer, and…nothing.
Nothing? I spent an entire day writing the book in my head! WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE’S NOTHING!
As an aspiring author there’s nothing that’s more frustrating to me than having to deal with brickwalling, because I have this great sense urgency to become published, and unfortunately for me, I can’t be published if I don’t first write a novel. Also unfortunately, they haven’t created a device where the awesome ideas in my head instantly reveal themselves on the page. I would have ten novels written by now.
I beat myself up tirelessly when I don’t feel like I’ve written enough. “Only three-hundred words today! This is no good!” I yell at myself. That darned brick wall, always in my way.
I know what I should do–I should leave it be. There is no sense in me getting into a staring contest with the brick wall, hoping it submits to my will before I sumbit to it. It is better to write a couple hundred words than to write nothing. But still–I need to be a PUBLISHED. I don’t like that I’ve been working on this novel for this long, even though this is how long a lot of people work on their first real novels.
But the damned, damned brick wall. It keeps me back! I want to write and make some actual progress on my novel. I hate looking at the screen and having nothing come to me.
Words, please come. Let me hurdle this brick wall, please, pretty please…
KC


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