Friday, 7 January 2011
2010, The Year That Blew (Or Dragging Myself Out of Writer's Block Hell)
April: Bought a house. Much organisation required, no time for writing. One month reprieve becomes two.
May: Ready to begin writing again—thank God I actually missed it. Spend many hours alternating between half-baked manuscripts without making much progress, but am happy to be writing anything.
June: RWA conference in two months. In crazy optimism I’ve requested an agent pitch. Ah… best write something pitch-worthy.
July: Pitch-worthy? Who said pitch-worthy? Shopping lists prove challenging at this point.
Sept: Oh shit, shit, shit. Caught in web of plot problems of my own making. Who wrote this dreck? Seek second opinion of the Divas who coin the phrase ‘Sami Sparkle’. As in ‘this book does not have the Sami Sparkle’.
Dec: Okay, so it wants to be a serious story, not fluff. It wants to include mm content, which I’ve never written before. Must I always make things difficult for myself? Probably. I’m starting to think the Sami Sparkle is the rebellious instinct coming out to play, forcing me to swim against the tide.
Ah, so that’s where the year went. I spent it dragging myself gradually out of writer’s block hell. I don’t feel blocked now, just the ordinary level of neurotic that writers are. That’s an improvement.
How was your year?