Writer’s block doesn’t exist. Sorry. Does that make me an asshole? I really, truly despise people not liking me. Seriously. Do you like me? If you’re instantly on the defense with your hairs standing up all prickly, I get it! I’m calling out a flawlessly crafted reason creatives have been using since…I don’t understand, whenever someone first coined the term. It’s not only you! A lot of folks believe WB is real.
But actual conversation? It’s bullshit. It’s elitist and annoying and imitation deep.
And I’ve certainly been convinced I ‘d it.
Meaning, I was uninspired and felt like I was composing a steaming heap of emoji poo. Because perhaps I was! I’ve over 1,000 posts on-line (Y I K E S) and there’s 0.00% I was transferred by some Great Arty Nature for each one I written.
I am able to see it today…
I’m sitting at my kitchen table, eating a gluten free muffin, when my daughter approaches me. !
& #8220;Mother! I found this truly shitty post you wrote 15 years ago. Lol, why’d you compose this garbage?”
I’ll contemplate it for a minute before responding, “Because, dear, one guy’s garbage is just another guy’s relatable content.”
The truth is even matters which you adore, that you’re starving for and enthusiastic about, will sometimes be matters you don’t need to do. Work is work. That’s why we don’t call it Big Happy Fun Time. That would just be proper if a Large Purple Dinosaur said it. Or a guy you don’t need hanging around elementary schools.
I’ve been in a cycle of self-loathing for the past six months. Hell, might even be tip toeing into the year long class. I really could attribute a lot of stuff – none of which are me, btw. Recall? Explanations are WAY more interesting than claiming liability. Writer’s block! So smart!
My juices harbor’t been flowing the way that they used to. Don’t stress, my gynecologist said I’m good. Ha, I kid. You understand I meant creative juices. (…Right?)
But that doesn’t matter. Finally, I got work to do. As well as the second I determined composing wasn’t only a thing I did for interesting and committed to it professionally, I understood that meant I couldn’t wait for a muse to exploit on my shoulder whenever I worked. !
The lie we tell people, particularly artists, is that because you’re doing whatever you adore, you need to be thankful for each GLORIOUS second. That’s…only…not how life works? If that’s you, congrats. But also, has anyone checked your head for a processor or some android components? Seems actual Stepford to me.
You won’t love whatever you write. You won’t create masterpiece after masterpiece. Think what?
You may never produce a masterpiece.
In other professions, they don’t get to shirk their work since they simply don’t feel inspired. What will happen if a surgeon was like, “Mmmm, yeah, not feeling quite inspired to conduct this process. Perhaps after.” Additionally, comparing a physician to a writer is a bit much. You’re correct. As much as I believe artists are undervalued in society, I’m not going to say I perform a job with the exact same value when I’m composing poetry along with a physician is like, saving a life. Apples and oranges, I guess. If one of these fruits could literally keep you from perishing (apple??).
To be a writer, you have to compose. And when you’re anticipating the heavens to open up and angels to sing a rousing rendition of Hallelujah each single time you take a seat to work, you’re setting yourself up for a miserable truth. !
There’ll be days your fingers are on fire and also you can’t appear to get your ideas out quickly enough. It’s thrilling and encouraging, like you’re meant to do this. !
However there’ll even be days when you compose precisely the same dull sentence repeatedly. You’ll be frustrated and tired. And also the allure of simply throwing your hands up in the air and yelling, “CURSE WRITER’S BLOCK!” is going to be overwhelming.
Compose through it. Compose shit. Compose brilliance. Compose information that can move others. Compose information that just transfers you. Write something that’s wholly unpublishable. Write.
The single block here is you.