I’m borrowing this from Neil Gaiman’s blog:
Writers are people who write. By and large, they are not happy people. They’re not good at relationships. Often they’re drunks. And writing — good writing — does not get easier and easier with practice. It gets harder and harder — so eventually the writer must stall out into silence.The silence that waits for every writer and that, inevitably, if only with death (if we’re lucky the two may happen at the same time: but they are still two, and their coincidence is rare), the writer must fall into is angst-ridden and terrifying – and often drives us mad. (In a letter to Allen Tate, the poet Hart Crane once described writing as “dancing on dynamite.”) So if you’re not a writer, consider yourself fortunate.
Obviously I like this quote, or else I wouldn’t be posting it here. It also happens to be very, very true. While driving to work this morning, I was thinking about how I haven’t written anything since last week, since all that crap with the bank, and how I’ve just felt extremely unmotivated. I’m beginning to wonder if writing it all out by hand isn’t the best course of action to take. At times I feel overwhelmed by the story I have to tell. I thought breaking it up into smaller chunks would help. I thought about maybe going back, typing up the prologue and chapter one to see how it would look in print, and then go from there. Ultimately I’ve made no decision. Maybe I’ve reached a pocket of silence? Not death, of course, but perhaps I’m mentally tapped out at the moment? I’ve no shortage of ideas – in fact, there’s another one for a novel just screaming to get out, and I suppose if things don’t start moving again with imagiNATION, I may take it out of the box and tinker with it. We’ll see, though. I think I just need to take a few days and really meditate on chapter two, because it’s not going as well as I’d hoped. More on that soon.
I also realized I’ve not been doing much reading, either. I’m in the process of (slowly) reading The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy for the first time (yes, yes, I know I’m late to the party), as well as re-reading World War Z by Max Brooks. I also realized that Chuck Palahniuk’s latest novel has been out for two weeks and I completely forgot about it. And that’s when it hit me: I’ve no interest in reading it. That’s a first for me. Usually I’m there on day one and have finished the book in a matter of days. Now my reaction is simply “Meh.”
Seeing as how summer is here and I usually try to catch up on my reading, I’d love a whole number of recommendations. In the meantime I’ve got some story thinking to do.
’til next time,