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Stopping because: I am stuck and I am literally nodding off over the keyboard
Notes: Still stuck trying to write a scene I trying to write yesterday, where Jack gets introduced to Ingrid (at the farmer's market) and I think, okay now, here's where he pulls out the charm but I can't think of a single thing for him to do that is calculated to charm a six-year old. Again, this is that discomfort about Jack: I am at a total loss to think of how he reacts to anything, and I don't know how to write a guy who is a trickster who oozes charm. I said yesterday that I don't know how to write a simple declarative sentence because I got to the point where Solvieg hears him behind her and turns to him and--and what, for heavens sake? I put him on the stage and he is a mute puppet who refuses to say anything. Do I have to totally rethink my perception of who/what he is? How?
Will try to read some more of that book on writers' block.
Mood: Still frustrated, but with a twinge of pride that yes, I did sit down and glare at it again, despite how crappy I think it is. Note please that for months that I have thought is crappy and so have avoided doing anything on it. Now, I have had a shift in my emphasis and so I sit down every night and contemplate how crappy it is, but I'm actively trying to do something about it! This is progress, people!
Please be aware that my reports will probably include quite a bit of whingeing for awhile until I get this beast moving again. You have been warned. But at least I'm trying!
Stopping because: I am stuck and I am literally nodding off over the keyboard
Notes: Still stuck trying to write a scene I trying to write yesterday, where Jack gets introduced to Ingrid (at the farmer's market) and I think, okay now, here's where he pulls out the charm but I can't think of a single thing for him to do that is calculated to charm a six-year old. Again, this is that discomfort about Jack: I am at a total loss to think of how he reacts to anything, and I don't know how to write a guy who is a trickster who oozes charm. I said yesterday that I don't know how to write a simple declarative sentence because I got to the point where Solvieg hears him behind her and turns to him and--and what, for heavens sake? I put him on the stage and he is a mute puppet who refuses to say anything. Do I have to totally rethink my perception of who/what he is? How?
Will try to read some more of that book on writers' block.
Mood: Still frustrated, but with a twinge of pride that yes, I did sit down and glare at it again, despite how crappy I think it is. Note please that for months that I have thought is crappy and so have avoided doing anything on it. Now, I have had a shift in my emphasis and so I sit down every night and contemplate how crappy it is, but I'm actively trying to do something about it! This is progress, people!
Please be aware that my reports will probably include quite a bit of whingeing for awhile until I get this beast moving again. You have been warned. But at least I'm trying!
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have you tried?
Date: 2004-09-23 09:30 pm (UTC)Apologies if this is the eightieth time you've heard this, but have you ever heard of/read/done "the Artist's Way"? It's great stuff about getting past writer's block. Also "the Right to Write" by the same author, Julia Cameron, has some nuggets.
All about being willing to push through bad art to make good art, etc. etc. etc.
Regardless, I think you will be fine. Like all droughts, this too shall pass.
Cheers-GJ
Re: have you tried?
Date: 2004-09-24 06:40 am (UTC)I did the morning pages for quite awhile, but although she swore up and down that they did the trick and unblock the block, they just didn't work for me that way. I sort of resented them because I was already doing a page a night every night in my own journal, and have been for thirty years. It took me a half hour every day to do the morning pages, and god, I have so little time that it seemed like time I couldn't spare.
And then one day it occurred to me to think: you know what? I managed to write two novels already without doing morning pages every day. And so I stopped and haven't regretted it.