Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Bribing the words

I’ve had a work of fiction brewing for a little while now. But every time I start working on a new idea, I never seem to actually follow through with completing it.

I have several stories in various stages. Just when I think I’m getting somewhere, I stall then quit writing. Then I go back to it later, start over again, stall, then quit. And the cycle continues. It’s been this way for nearly a decade now.

This newest fiction idea I have, though, is different. I think. And yet my approach seems to be somewhat the same.

I sat down one day and used the snowflake method to flesh out the idea. By the end of that writing session, I had fleshed out a full-blown synopsis. And then I stopped there.

Starting is typically the hardest part. Getting the words flowing when the pen is dry and ink doesn’t want to flow is the worst. But I know when I start writing, the words will eventually begin to flow.

I’ve decided for this book idea I’m going to simply let it go. I’ll write anything and everything that comes to me. I’ll fire the internal editor. (She needs a vacation anyway.) I’ll just write. And when it’s time to edit, I’ll edit.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Oiling the squeaky wheels

I wasted an embarrassing amount of time today staring at the blinking cursor on a white screen. I wanted to write. I wanted to work on a fiction idea. But words just would not flow.

I realized that I don’t practice writing nearly as much as I once did. Oh, I still write plenty. But most of my writing these days is academic writing (which means...NO FUN). It isn’t the same tone, voice...anything.

I blog, too. But again, I am not writing nearly as much as I did a few years back. These days, it’s brief snippets of time, when inspiration suddenly strikes.

And right now, I’m reminded of a quote (don’t remember by whom) that says something to the effect of there is no such thing as inspiration.

I just sent an email to my best friend, telling her this very thing. As I typed my note to her, I asserted that maybe what I need to do right now is get back to serious writing practice. More specifically my Morning Pages (Julia Cameron).

So practice I must. Practice I will. I’ll oil these squeaky writer wheels of mine. They’ll eventually stop grinding. They’ll start rolling more smoothly. They’ll once again transport me to exciting places, where I can write to share with others. I have no doubt of this.