Yes, that is my definition of writer’s block.
Even now as I’m typing I can feel myself wanting to draw back to the comfy chair/couch/bed and just veg-out. Veg-out and listen to my characters’ voices live in my head because writing them out on the paper is too much work. They are perfect in my head, but once on the screen they require work. And who the heck wants to work at writing, right?
Writing isn’t real work, now is it? It’s all make-believe and play acting and just goofing off. It’s not as if writers ever accomplish anything that’s worth anything. We’re not solving the economy or world disputes, let alone making oodles of money. Heck, if you’ve read one horror or romance or mystery or fantasy story, you’ve read them all. Besides anyone can write…even the proverbial monkey could type out a Shakespearean tale given enough time.
With that attitude no wonder procrastination is so easy. And, if the above is also your support system, well don’t even bother showing up to the screen cause it’s all uphill from here.
Writing is work. Writing isn’t a moneymaking venture. Writing won’t solve anyone’s problems. Writing will deliver the news to you. Writing will entertain you. Writing will allow you to escape from the blahs of your normal everyday life. Writing will show you new views on old ideas and maybe even a new idea or two.
Every single time you turn on the television or go to a movie or read a paper or listen to music or even play a computer game…someone wrote that. Someone sat down and put words to screen/paper so that you can – watch TV, a movie, have a paper or music, and play a game.
And it ain’t easy. If it was then anybody could do it. Writing takes more than showing up and talking about writing. It takes sitting your butt down and blocking out everyone and everything around you while you bring your imagination to life.
Right now, having typed that last sentence, I’m trying to think of the next words I want to use. What do I mean – bring your imagination to life – where is that taking me next? It sounds easy enough; just bring imaginary characters to life. So why then doesn’t the character of Derrick, the one in my head, sound or act on screen/paper as he does in my head? Why does his story make so much sense in my imagination than when I type it? Maybe because I’m trying to put something visual and active into a two-dimensional medium and it’s up to me, and me alone, to find the words and jigsaw them together into a clear perfect picture. I need to put the puzzle together so that you, my reader, can see what I’m saying…or at least something very similar to what I’m saying.
Before anyone says anything, yes a writer never works alone. There are his/her critique groups, early readers, editors, and publishers…but even before them, a writer has to move from the imaginary to the reality.
No, I do not have writer’s block. I am very good friends with my internal-demon-editor. And, here I thought I was going to talk about procrastination.