Did you ever stop to think that writing might be more than just the time you spend at your desk? Maybe we shouldn't be so quick to sit down and write.
Wander. Bake. Doodle. Do something else.
This month at the book club we’re reading The Truth about the Harry Quebert Affair. Not only is this the first time in maybe 10 years that I’ve read a real whodunit. But here’s a whodunit that features not one, but two writers who have to stare down a nasty case of writer’s block. The “Writer’s Disease” as the author, Joel Dicker calls it. These two fictional novelists sit in front of their empty pages in despair and isolation. As the days go by without a worthy word, you can feel their desperation.
Can’t relate to having endless hours to stare at the blank page?
Neither can I. How interesting to meet a character in a novel who has all the time you could imagine to write. Imagine renting a beach property and having no financial or family obligations to nag at you for a month…ok a week.
Alright, even that’s hard to imagine. Really, when is the last time you’ve had even an uninterrupted day to sit down and write? Maybe that’s all for the best. Because sitting down to write is only part of the story.
Me? My writing time comes in stolen hours, in fractured moments. I find ‘silence’ by putting on headphones or by waking up in the wee hours. And now that I’m dealing with some chronic pain issues, I literally can’t sit and write for long.
And guess what? I think this is what writers look like today.
I think we can still write beautiful things if we remember something simple and sane…