Writing is sometimes uncomfortable. I’m not talking about when it’s hard, like when you can’t think of a word, you don’t know the characters, or when the plot point just won’t unravel. I’m referring to when the process makes it hard to sit or concentrate. It’s the feeling you get when your heart races and you can’t seem to catch your breath.
You wish it was from excitement, but it’s not. Instead, it’s from that overwhelming feeling you don’t know what you are doing. You have the ideas, the plot, and the characters, but the writing it’s just this brute that’s in your way telling you, “Piss off.” But, of course, it’s not really the writing. It’s all those doubts, the ones that usually begin with “I can’t” or “Your not.” Someone told me today I have to sit with the discomfort and write anyway. Maybe even say, “Yeah, I know what you are doing,” and keep typing. It feels like the chick in the horror movie that’s got to quietly keep moving through the room even though the monster is right there. However, that’s not the advice at all. The recommendation is to say, “Hey, just passing through,” as you walk by, knowing you’re getting the thing’s attention. This is me as I try and work on my sequel. I’m at the stage in the process where there’s nothing for me to do on the revision, so I might as well work on something new as I wait to hear from my beta readers. Except there’s a thing looming over my shoulder. I can feel it breathing down my neck and find all the avenues to escape, but that won’t get the next book written. There’s a monster in the room. I guess I should offer it a cup of tea and keep typing. RM
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