It’s seven days into National Novel Writing Month otherwise known as “NaNoWriMo”. I’m just over 10,000 words and I’m hitting a wall. I’m not into the story. I’m ready to start anew with something else but I know I should press on.
I think it has more to do with me being overtired than anything else. It doesn’t help. It’s frustrating and I’m not sure when I’ll be catching up on sleep. It either happens or it doesn’t. Not good for the creative juices.
Some days the writing process has you flying like the wind. The word count piles up like the dial on the mileage indicator on a fast moving car. And then all at once, the sputtering begins. The writing slows to a crawl and you find you are about to run out of creative gas. You come to a complete and dreadful stop. Not what you had planned. You realized you have know clue where to go next with your story – at least not at this precise moment. So you decide to back away, get a change of scenery, breathe in some fresh air and pray to your muses for help – for some creative gas to get you up and running once again.
That’s where I am right now.
A part of me fears that I am a writer with no concept of plot or story. If it’s an essay, a poem, a story for broadcast news (radio or television) or print, ad copy, a newsletter, a speech – I’m your girl. I can write it. It comes easily to me. But writing a story is much harder than anything I can imagine. Perhaps I’m not meant to write a book? I don’t know. I won’t know if I don’t try. I’m not a quitter. I never have been. But I have to ask myself at times, am I the block to the writer within?
I don’t know.
Anyone else ever feel this way? Or is it just me?
*shrugs and smiles*
Time to crack open Scrivener and get back to work. I’ve got a story to write. 🙂