I had a Facebook conversation this morning in which I explained why I couldn't write....I found myself being quite ridiculous.
It went like this -
Me: Radical Honesty has arrived, also Mary Oliver's A Poetry Handbook. I'll take them away with me. Taking the latter doesn't mean I'll actually write anything. Keep buying beautiful notebooks in order to tempt myself onto paper, only to decide that they are far too beautiful to sully with the mundane drivel I'm likely to produce!
ET: pleased I'm not the only one with that notebook problem!
LG: Used to have the notebook problem, then one day decided to try it anyway. Haven't stopped writing since! Just give it a go!
"Writers' block" is a manifestation of the hindrance of doubt, and it's extremely sneaky! I'd suggest you buy the crappiest notebook you can find, and do some timed writing. The rule is that your pen never stops writing for ten minutes, and you don't stop to change or correct anything. You have to bypass the inner critic (doubt) who tells you nothing you write is going to be good enough, by deciding that there's no such thing as "not good enough." Write first; evaluate your writing afterwards. Get those two things in the wrong order and you'll never write anything.
IC: This discussion is very timely for me as I sit in FB land instead of writing...I read somewhere that, "It's better to write shittily than not to write at all". Any advice on the best physic for 'constipated' authors?
Me: In order to work *with* my 'Scottish Protestant work ethic' conditioning, I have signed up for Fiona Robyn's http://www.fionarobyn.com/ecoursestapa.html. See, I've *paid" for it...so I'm more likely to do it (laughing at my silly bombu self!)
Me: We should be 'writing buddies' even though our writing is for different reasons and audience, what do you think, IC?
IC: Yes, please! Am off to Istanbul in 24 hours so when I come back, let's sort out buddying!
AM (my dad): Your drivel is never mundane, or hardly ever.
BD: My writers' group is really useful for prompting me to write! There's nothing like an artificial deadline, and the possible shame of turning up with nothing to read, to get the keyboard clattering.
..... I hope to look back at this and smile fondly at myself. Right, about to jump of the high board...



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