I have some terrible news for you all… I stabbed myself in the brain and now I’m dead

I know. It’s a sad and tragic loss but then… meh.

I was quite happy and sure that I was about to do a profound amount of work yesterday as I left my previous blog entry but then, when I had quickly closed down my Firefox (so careful not to slip and accidentally start waisting time on the net) and opened up the yWriter. I Clicked open a new scene. I put my fingers to the keyboard and then…

My brain said: “Duh, do what now?”

So I stabbed it with a pencil.

Okay, really, I’m not that brutal… especially not to myself. I argued with my brain for an hour or two. we managed to spit out a few paragraphs that sounded like they were typed by a preschool teacher with a lobotomy and two broken arms.

THEN I stabbed my brain with a pencil.

And then I gave up for the day, I only had a few hours left till work so I thought I’d get in some reading time. I’m reading Darkly Dreaming Dexter at the moment, and loving it. It’s macabre, it’s ironic, it’s got a twisted sense of humour. It’s the best book I’ve read since…the last book I read (but, to be fair that was Perfume)

So what to do about my “Writer’s Block”?

I don’t like the term though. It seems insurmountable, impassable, something that will stuff your writing up forever.

I am now calling it “A Lame Patch”

There, easy and sure to go away.

Do I need inspiration? Waiting for that could take forever.

Do I need to get over myself and just write? It’s difficult to keep going when you know what you just wrote belongs to be thrown in the trash, set on fire, pissed on, frozen with liquid hydrogen and smashed with a hammer.

Do I need to go back and work on plot some more? Maybe.

And that’s what I’m doing, in part, at the moment.

In the mean time I’ve gone back to working on Mal Macabre.

I want to open a project up which is absolute crapola. One that can be crap and will be crap. I need a crap file.

That’s a good idea Todd. I’ll get right on that.

Here’s a quote for you all -

“Writing is easy. All you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper until the drops of blood form on your forehead.” – Gene Fowler

Well I’m off to work now… I LIE!, I’m heading to the couch and picking up my book.

Ner Ner.