Writer’s block has hit me hard and in a way it never has before. I’ve spent the past two weeks feeling absolutely frustrated with myself and the world. Why can’t I write? Why can’t I even think of something to write? I thought I had an idea but I feel dissuaded. By myself mostly. There is so much I don’t know, so much I can’t do, so many reasons why my idea is a bad idea. What stories do I have to tell? What stories do I have to tell that haven’t been told a million times before?
So I tried to revise, write short stories, finish short stories, do anything that has to do with writing but not my new novel and I just can’t. I can’t focus. I can’t even start focusing. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know why I think that writing was ever a good idea, then people will expect you to write. To deliver. When I wish I could just stop.
And then there is the absolute compulsion to write, weighing me down. The character screaming in my head needing to come out, out, out, but I don’t have a story for her. Not even a world. I don’t know where to put her.
What to do…
Where am I with my writing? Right now I’m in a non-writing period, mainly. I had a few stressful weeks finishing my thesis and then another term started. So I’ve been studying, but I hope to have time for my writing again during the comming weeks.
I have a couple of ongoing projects:
- State of Emergency (novel) is with my beta readers.
- Out of Hand – this is the novella I wrote over the summer. I need to revise it, maybe add 10K words or so. This is what I’m hoping to start today.
- Start planning my next novel, I have two ideas that I have to choose from. Choosing is hard.
- I have three short stories that I have started but haven’t finished, which isn’t like me. I’d like to finish one of them today, but probably won’t manage.
I think the most important thing is to get back into it. Which I will as soon as I’ve eaten breakfast.