is a re-blog of two things I wrote about writing. Several of my writing friends have talked about
the times they feel blocked and it reminded me of these posts and I wanted to
share with all my writing friends out there.
I hope these at least make you laugh so you can shake off some of the stress of trying to figure out what you are or want to write. If anything, when I did write these, they showed me I still can write, lol! Something anyway that is what we want to do WRITE. So, I hope you laugh and get some good thoughts for your writing. It comes to you when you are ready
My name is wildwriter. I have that name because my writing is still in wild
raw form. I am learning to tame it and put it into the graceful art of a
beautiful book as it belongs. Sure, the ideas are good most of the time and
stories and poems spill out easily. Imagination is not usually a problem.
I think books are beautiful. They are gifts to all of our senses. They
can take you anywhere in the world or universe or beyond. You can
be anything and everything you ever dreamed of just by getting into the
character of a good book. Every sense is stimulated. Your imagination peaked
beyond everyday usage. You learn, you feel, you understand, you cry, laugh or
get angry. So many feelings can be brought out. It is a
great therapy. Books are one of man’s greatest creations.
I am a writer. I have to keep reminding myself of this because sometimes a
writer comes to a wall and it seems of late, I keep running into it. But
my head is not so hard that a few rams into the wall and I realize I should
climb over it before I knock myself out.
So here I sit in front of my window looking at a beautiful mountain, which
should bring motivation, trying to climb the wall. Where it will
take me and will I be able to climb it, right now I am not sure except I
HAVE TO CLIMB THE WALL, of that there is no doubt.
I have no story in mind, only lots of thoughts and ideas, no
motivation for any certain one at this time but I have this burning desire
to sit and type and type and type. Of course, I would hope at the end of all
that typing would be a completely edited and finished fantastic book. And that
is my dilemma. How do you go from A to Z without the perfect prompt, that
perfect story to reel everyone in? And then how do you tell it is just right so
that people will want to finish it.
I picture it. I see my manuscript being
read and an agent calling me telling me they are going to get it published. I
see myself signing the paper work after a million and one questions. I question
everything. I hear the sigh of relief that this meeting is over even though
they are anxious to do it. They know my book is good.
Yes, I picture it all. There is the celebration of the book sales, the
excitement of seeing my name in print knowing that people all over the
world will now read my book and are taken where ever I send them. And then
again, the mad dash at the keyboard to put out the next one. My hair has grown
long and wild. My eyes are bloodshot with big bags under them from lack of
sleep. The vision of me is surreal as I watch myself. I am on a roll my eyes
are glazed over from the words coming from what is left of my mind.
The sheets of typed paper are stacked high all over. The letters flow
like water from a stream coming over the rocks down off a snow-covered
mountain. The letter to the agents typed, the synopsis, the first 3 chapters
perfected, yes it plays like a good movie over and over in my head. BUT
and that is the problem, and the only word that comes to mind at this moment.
I am a writer and I have the story to tell, I just can’t seem to find it
right at the moment. I know this is a common condition with writers. Many “hit
the wall” at times. What do they do? I have heard lots of ideas but not one
that works at the moment. I see myself hunched over the computer from
exhaustion. There are four words on the page after what seems like hours of
typing. They are: “I AM A WRITER!”
Why, What and When…
Who, How and Then….
I can’t seem to catch the thought,
That I originally sought.
My mind has been bent
So, the signals aren’t being sent.
The words don’t flow as they should….
They don’t flow like they could.
If, But, However or not….
I have let myself be caught.
But my mind has gone astray…
My words have gone away.
Find them I must…
Hopefully I trust.
Can’t leave it alone…
Or the DREAM will be blown.