If you’ve followed this blog or read some of my posts, you’ve probably gathered that I don’t usually have writer’s block.
That doesn’t mean that what I write is stellar, but it does mean that USUALLY I have something to write about.
But now, nothing.
8 days into NaNo and I have 750 words of a story that I am not going to use because none of it rings true for me, too contrived, too forced.
I know all the self-help/cheerleading talk – don’t edit while you write, get the words on the paper, the most important thing is to start…
But, if I’m cringing while I’m typing, that’s not going to cut it.
So, as I was saying, I’ve got nothing.
To put it into perspective, Day 8 of NaNo should mean my total word count at this point is right around 13,300. Did I mention I have 0 words for a story?
It’s not even the lack of words in my word count that bothers me. It’s that I have nothing to say…
Cue the crickets.
I could write a sequel to Nelson and Cora (which I am supposed to do anyway – it is book one of a TRILOGY, for goodness sake). I could write a book from Ethan’s point of view after he leaves Hefner Falls (sorry for the spoiler if you haven’t made it that far in Josephine). But, I don’t feel inspired to write either of those right now.
And, that brings up another issue – inspiration?! I should be writing out of discipline, a habit. I show up, make the attempt, eventually the muse/inspiration/divine intervention comes and picks up my slack.
Jeez, what a downer of a post!
I’m struggling guys, big time.photo credit: Ozyman via photopin cc