from the archives...12 March, 2010
Writer's Block. I hate it. Typically, when nothing seems to come to my imagination in the way of a story, there is always something hovering in the recesses, and it usually comes out in the forms of my soapbox, here on my blog. Well, lately, even that has gone to mush. At least, I have no other explanation except that my brain is fried, pureed and otherwise cooked.
Where oh where has that creative surge disappeared? I will take you on my typical search in hopes of finding it:
1--Peruse the old manuscripts. You know, the files in the database that sit unread until such times that the writer in me screams, If you can't create, you can always edit! Must be productive! Well it isn't. Not productive at all. Continue on...
2--Find the manuscript that a) I haven't looked at in a while, b) contains my favorite brooding hero--sorry Ryan Harris, you are picked on often, or c) Eenie-Meenie-Miney-Mo it until one comes up at random.
3--Begin reading with the purpose of editing. Too soon, I find myself so caught up in the story (yes, even when it's one I know so well, because, you know, I wrote it) that I can no longer focus on the mispelled words and grammatical faux-pa's that linger.
4--Start over
5--One paragraph in...I check my emails. There are four of them--addresses not messages--and all of them are always full. No, not because I have that many friends, but because I have that much *spam*. [For the record, I do not surf porn.] But they tell me I am in dire need of a penis enhancement, boob job, real estate is SanDiego and Mail Order Brides. After weeding through those, I find myself where else, but on to step 6...
6--Facebook. Yes, I told myself I would get off this thing fast, but what better place to procrastinate than the fun world of games, apps and the need to comment on everyone elses comments because you of all people, have something to say? And don't say MySpace is the alternative answer. I tried that. I signed up for one day--one--with the purpose of plugging my newly-published-and-awesome-book-everyone-should-read*buy here* and my first mesage was from Pedro looking for "a good time because, hey, you look cute and I like romance, too." Really? No, I believe I said I WRITE romance dipshit. Aaaaaand DELETE ACCOUNT.
Right, so back on track. Editing. Oooo...havn't checked my website in a while...
7--Check for guestbook signatures on my Website. And....oh, five new ones! Yay! It's always exciting to get that much cherished feedback from someone interested in my writing, someone who took the time to--Wait a sec...Mail Order Brides!! Since this website is for my writing, and I am married. With children. And not a Lesbian...I delete those, too, and send a complaint to the website creators.
Inevitably, I end up here, blogging about not being able to write. Until now, I didn't even get so far as to spill out the words. My only other choice (aside from looking for new pics of my favorite Rock Star Guitarist to post on my desktop--oh, what a dreamboat) in adding to my heaps of procrastination is reading other people's blogs. So begins the last of all steps....
8. Blogsites. Well, I have found a new one.
Thank you, "Bat Shit Crazy Cute" for your multitudes of humor, whimsey and laugh-out-loud notes. It is thanks to people like you that I have much else to procrastinate about. I will never write another book, I think, because I have found myself stuck perusing and laughing and having an absolute blast. I have become enthralled over the past 2 days, not writing, editing or researching, but reading a soapbox of which is not mine. This one truly should be published into a book of it's own.
Not all is lost. I have been inspired. I am, after all, back to writing at this moment, even if only on my dear Blogsite I have long since ignored.
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