All I can say for the following is the title really fits it. Sorry about all the quotation and question marks.
Recently I’ve had a bit of what is what is commonly called “Writer’s Block”.
One thing that is most certainly not lacking in the various writing communities of today are ideas on how to defeat this “illness” (most harp on the theme of “Keep plodding away at it”). So when I got a touch of WB, I started to go through the list of medicines prescribed. Then something very dangerous happened: I got to thinking.
Is writer’s block really an “illness”? We Americans – and most of the Americanized (or modernized, take your pick) world are fairly quick to label something undesirable a disease, whether it be one or no. Is this because it is easier to “give” somebody something for any thing that ails them than it is to fix it? [Example: your children are rowdy, "dose" them with electronics.]
So, back to my original ruminating, is writer’s block an illness? Is it something to be cured and driven away? Is it possible that it could be your brain’s way of telling you something?
We live at a fast pace of life; high speed means everything. I’ve seen this fast pace apply even to writing. There are many different contests to see how much writing you can get done in a short amount of time. The trend seems to be: more! faster! Could our brains politely be telling us to slow down, and when we ignore that, they force us to by simply shutting down?
Remember the warning God gave Israel in Jeremiah? They wouldn’t give the land a proper Sabbath for so long that God had to interfere and give the land it’s rest by sending the Israelites into Exile. I think we, authors and aspiring authors tend to forget that our minds need a break, just like the rest of creation.
So when I had a bout of writer’s block, I decided to let it run its course. More importantly, and therefore more difficult, I would not feel guilty about it, period.I would relax and focus on the areas of my life that had been put on the back burner…i.e. spring cleaning and studying to take my learners permit. That was two and a half weeks ago. The first week I didn’t so much as set pen to paper. I spring-cleaned, read books, watched movies, spring-cleaned. Not feeling guilty wasn’t as hard as I had thought. By the second week I began, of all things, to think about philosphies of writing, other people’s stories, made up a few skits with no beginning, no end and no plot, bought myself a new PaperBlanks notebook [er, OK, Mom bought it], wrote drabbles #6 & #7 and bits of songs for my main story. Also, an idea or two bbegan to simmer about my main story and other writing project (a book of short stories for children).
Today I wrote a good bit on my main story, some more on the songs and am now writing a whooping big blog post. The result of letting letting writer’s block run it’s course? For me, exictment about my stories and the art of storytelling.
I’d like to close with an observation: with all this focus on speed, “Find your own pace and style” seems to be in danger of being forgotten advice. One author may complete his work quickly, another may go slower, needing to ruminate more. Most probably do a bit of both. But that’s the writing of a story. What really matters is the story and the storytelling.