How I Unblocked My Writing Prowess

How I Unblocked My Writing Prowess

I’ve been tracking my insecurities.

This might seem counter-intuitive  but it’s been helping. I started with making a board to track how often I journal.

I apologize for the picture quality. I blame the art gods. They were stingy with the gift of photography when it came to me.

Because I like shiny things I reward myself with rhinestone stickers (yay Dollarama!), and stars drawn with gold and silver pencil crayon. On my board I put:

  • a white stone for days I journal
  • a purple stone for days journaling turns into novel writing
  • a silver star on days I brainstorm or plot
  • a gold star on days I finish a scene
  • a gold number (with gold glitter on top!) when I finish a chapter

Aside from learning that drawing proportional freehand stars is damn hard, this is what I figured out.

The Pattern

My pattern is pretty simple: as soon as I’ve finished a scene or chapter that I’m completely happy with, I freak out (as seen by the two to three days of no shiny stickers after finishing a scene or chapter).

I suddenly have very valid reasons not to write. There is family to take care of, money to be made, and childhood emotional trauma that must immediately be dealt with. After two or three days of messing around, I recognize the excuses for what they are: fear that I won’t be able to write the next scene or chapter. At least not as well as the last chapter I wrote. Or not as good as it should be.

The Dilemma

I’m pretty sure insecurity is a constant for writers everywhere. Most novel writing bloggers/teachers/experts call them flaws. A screenwriting book and sketch writing class I took called them vulnerabilities. But we all make sure our characters have them: essential qualities that they sorely lack.And to find those flaws/vulnerabilities, writers usually have to take an uncomfortably close look at our own perceived weaknesses and failings.

No wonder our insecurities are always so close by. It’s really kind of messed up, and a bit masochistic, but also necessary to be able to do what we do. So in that light:

The Surrender

I give up fighting my insecurities. I am simply going to accept that as long as I’m writing, insecurity will be my bosom buddy. I just need to figure out how to work with it.

Since my insecurity comes from a fear of not being able to deliver, I’ve taken word counts, deadlines, and producing good (or any) content out of the equation.

The Just Journal Philosophy

Instead I’m going to journal every day. Regardless of what’s happening, I commit to 15 minutes of speed typing stupid nothings or really anything. Even if I’m just blabbing about how I am scared to write the next thing I’m supposed to.

No pressure to write a chapter, or scene, or even a snippet of conversation.

No need to even write about my novel.

Although since it’s mega-important to me, I almost always go back to it. And when I do, I get a free-flow of ideas. Ideas that often turn into scenes as I’m typing. So to unblock my writing prowess, I just need to journal. And I have been.

Since deciding to take the pressure to produce off on November 19th, check out what my board looks like:

Seriously, how did my photography skills get worse?

Okay, so I know, it hasn’t been very long and I have yet to see if just journaling is sustainable. But on the other hand: Hell yeah I’ve got three more chapters done!

And yes, because I just finished a chapter, I started freaking about whether I’m capable of coming up with the next one. But it’s cool because each day until I get into writing again I’m going to grab a cup of hot coffee, sit down in front of my laptop and not drink the coffee until it’s nasty cold because my hands will be busy typing like crazy until my 15 minutes are up.

If you’re up for broadcasting your writerly insecurities and attempts to overcome them as well, I’d love to hear other ways of coping. Please share in the comments =)

Copy and Steal: A Wannabe Author’s First Step

Copy and Steal: A Wannabe Author’s First Step

Ever Tempted to Steal? I am.

I’m also thinking that it’s okay. Here’s why: People have been stealing from each other forever.

I read this in Timothy Hallinan’s blog, Finish Your Novel, years ago:

“One of the ways Raymond Chandler taught himself to write was by taking a novel by someone else – usually Erle Stanley Gardner, who created “Perry Mason” — and changing the characters, the setting, and what was at stake, but keeping the structure, scene by scene.”

Despite my own trouble finishing my novel, I simply ignored this proven path to success. No wonder I’ve been trying and failing for so long. I haven’t been open to learning from the best. And the best steal: Read the rest of this entry

I’m Nanawrimo Guilting

I’m Nanawrimo Guilting

It’s November 1st and I feel like I should be joining the 250K+ people participating in Nanawrimo. It would be great to finish a novel in a month. Or at least, I feel like I should adjust my novel writing goals to pick up my pace.

At the same time, even though I don’t like my current writing speed, I’m loving the quality of the output. Finally, I’m finding writing fun and my writing funny. Giving myself the time and space for creativity is producing results. Read the rest of this entry

I Keep Inviting Creativity…

I Keep Inviting Creativity…

…But Creativity Doesn’t Come

When it comes to writing, some people are plotters(they plan what they’re going to write) and some people are pantsers(they fly by the seat of their pants). I’ve always been a plotter, but after attending superstar writing teacher Brian Henry‘s How to Build Your Story workshop, I think I’m ready to switch sides.

Brian had us do an exercise that forced me – a pre-develop-every-detail-before-writing plotter - to write on the fly. I was surprised - not just by what I wrote, but by the free flow of ideas that came with it. Suddenly pantsing didn’t seem so bad. Read the rest of this entry

Problem: I Want To Be An Author

Problem: I Want To Be An Author

Problem: I Want To Be An Author

I want to be an author so frickin’ badly.  I think that’s the way it goes. Either you do with all your being, or you just don’t.

If you are one of those people with your face perpetually in a book, wading through whatever world the author drew up and pulling out only long enough to wonder:

‘How the hell did she do that?’
‘How the hell can I do that?’
and: Read the rest of this entry