I don’t know what’s
wrong with me, really, I don't, but as soon as I have to do something I subconsciously
refuse to do it out of what can only be stubbornness. I guess I do know what's wrong with me... I’m pretty sure I've become one of those
irritating people that likes to do things when it’s their idea but will be
resistant towards it if it’s somebody else’s. In this situation, the ‘somebody
else’ was actually just me, or rather a ‘past me’ completely separate to ‘current
me’. In the least sense of dissociative identity disorder way possible, this is
how I see stuff. ‘Past me’ had unfairly forced my creativity onto a factory
belt whilst expecting me to meet my daily quota and I just wasn’t going to play
ball with this new state of affairs. It kind of reminded me of being in the call
centre where, if you didn’t meet certain specifications and quotas, then you
were in big trouble. “Treat me like a
novel writing machine, will you.” I silently seethed, playing video games, “fuck
you, I’ll write when I’m ready to write.” This went on for a couple of days
before I felt the all-encompassing guilt of being a lazy low-life so I reluctantly
opened up the document and had a crack of writing my quota. It was uh... awful, actually. I swear, I have
never struggled so much to string together a few decent sentences in my life. Apart from when I was doing my Philosophy degree, that was all struggle, but creative writing is my turf and it's always been a fairly productive past time for me. Even though in this little session I
wrote well over the 500 word quota, reading back, it wasn’t great. Ok, it wasn’t
just ‘not great’ it was crap; dull, uninspiring gap filling drivel that
desperately needed to be destroyed. So, after taking a break to get my act
together a little, I spent at least two hours that essentially consisted of
repairing the literacy mess I’d just tagged on the end of my otherwise
acceptable chapters. When it was all over, I didn’t open the book again for
another few days. I haven’t been writing blog posts because the same sort of
situation applies to most things in my life, if I’m not enthusiastically inspired
then I struggle to get the cogs turning and I end up burrowing myself in a
rabbit warren of… oh, I don’t know, procrastination and mud, and twitter.
What actually solved my severe case of writer’s block didn't involve opening up my novel or doing flow charts on paper, rather, just thinking about it. Surprisingly,
when you’re unable to write down your thoughts by keeping yourself away from pen and paper it means that your ideas and thoughts can come a lot faster
and everything gets a little ecstatic because you have to work harder. By thinking
up some conversational, plot driven scenes that I thought would it well it got
me excited to write again because I really wanted to get to that point where I could
tie everything together. I had one opening sentence in my mind, a spoken
sentence by a character and an hour later when I got near my pc I sat down and I
wrote that sentence in an empty, new document. After that, everything flowed. 2000
words later I had a new scene to be inputted at a later date and a whole host
of ideas on how to connect A to B. Even better, I just completed my word count
quota for today by writing this blog post. Happy Valentine’s day folks :D

