Sometimes you’ve got to do something crazy. Dig up that devil-may-care attitude; that ‘pull your socks up to your knees, pop in the contacts, and jump into the TARDIS’ kind of attitude. The kind of crazy that leaves people shaking their heads and saying, ‘she was such a nice girl, look at her now’.
That is assuming they could even find me to look at me. Because I did something crazy. I did something rebellious. I did something that I can look back on years later with what will most likely be fondness and exasperation. The kind of crazy, rebellious action that has left me secluded in my bedroom while concerned family members shove food under the door.
I started writing a novel. That’s just the kind of rebel that I am.
The hard-core kind.
I’ve sweated my sweat and slogged through the slog. I’ve stared valiantly at the wall and stalked interesting people on the subway. Subtly course, I’m nothing if not discrete as I trip and fall on my face. I feel like I’ve written and written and written some more.
And there’s still so much more writing to do. That’s an exciting fact. An enthralling fact. A seemingly endless pot of potential tinged with the despair of never finishing fact.
But someone isn’t pulling their weight. Lately in the battle between furious scribbling and wall staring… well… wall staring is going in for the KO.
So I did what any enterprising person would do, I pulled up the google machine, “how to deal with writers block” “how to find the next plot point” “how to make your outline work” “how to write good conflict” “HOW TO STOP WRITERS BLOCK I’M DESPERATE HELP ME”
You know, standard google searches.
And there was lots of excellent advice. Advice from professional writer/bloggers with experience under their belts. Valuable stuff. I deeply thank them for their efforts because they were helpful.
But it wasn’t enough. I needed to hear from two sources that weren’t responding.
1) The muse who guards the well of creative inspiration
2) Other newbies who were feeling the same feels
I needed to know that I wasn’t going at this alone. I needed more than a couple writer’s forum posts of reassurance. I needed to know that other newbies were also bashing their heads against the wall and didn’t have the calm, cool and collected aura of the experienced bloggers.
AND I NEEDED THE MUSE TO PAY ATTENTION TO ME!
So I’m attempting a two-birds-with-one-stone scenario. I write with the hope that eventually the muse will read my desperate plea and show up for work. I also write with the hope that someone just like me can stumble across this jazz and say ‘hey, I feel that feel bro. Nice to know I’m not flying solo’.
Slightly unorthodox I know but remember, I am a hard-core rebel.
TTPSOT – Any clues on how to get the muse to show up for work?