“Anyone who’s ever quit smoking knows that feeling. And that’s me if I don’t get to write. It feels like I’m jonesing.” Douglas Coupland
I used to think writer’s block was for wimps. For people that lacked the willpower to sit down at the computer and just get to it, and frankly, probably weren’t meant to be writers in the first place. I have recently become one of those wimps.
For just over a month now, I have not worked on my manuscript and having been feeling very shitty about it, a fact which has infused my reluctance with a thick layer of guilt and caused me to actually start FEARING my laptop. Today, however, I finally decided to confront the situation–and my Toshiba and try to figure out where I went wrong.
Though I still am not yet over my wall, I think I am starting to understand where it came from.
Somewhere between trying to get a job and signing a mortgage, and updating banking information and managing an overflowing basket of really annoying but important tasks, that thing I once loved to do has become Yet Another Item to be ticked off the list.
Though I’m not sure how yet, I think if I really I want to get through this block, I need to re-discover what it is I love about writing, and what it is in turn that makes me a writer.