Gently, a single tear falls upon the earth's face. Slowly, more drops follow, caressing the weeping willows until... Suddenly, a steady stream pounds and strikes with such force, relentlessly, until the clouds run dry.
Usually there are two types of writers: drafters and revisers.
I am so a reviser. I love taking something tangible and making it better...as close to perfection as possible. Playing with dialogue, rhythm, description, emotion, word choice...even when to start and end a paragraph.
Don't get me wrong...I love coming up with new concepts. And new characters, inciting incidents and themes. I have hundreds of ideas I haven't even touched yet. Words pour into my notebook old school style: pen to paper. But then after a day or three, I hit a wall.
My head gets in the way.
I start to doubt and anxiety takes hold. Would anybody really want to read this? How will I get from point A to point Z. Am I wasting my time? This is crap, I don't know what I'm doing, I should just quit.
I'm beginning my sixth book. You'd think after making it through 3 YA's and 2 picture books, I'd have the process down.
But fear doesn't discriminate. So, I continue to play with ways to get out of my head.
Taking a walk in nature and a bath work best for me. Turning on a timer for 15 minutes and writing with no filters. Dancing to a favorite song. Reading. Doodle. A writing prompt. Taking a pause...a minute or two of silence to allow my mind to say its peace.
What ways do you get out of your head and onto the page?