The Literary Black Hole, A Writer’s Worst Nightmare #ShortPost

So apparently when you don’t save… things get deleted.

Lemme start with the bad news: the ADAS chapter I had half completed? Yeah, it got eaten. The good news? Well, it’s just more bad news now, cause how can anyone find good news in this catastrophe?

I. Did. Not. Press. Save.

What is wrong with me? All those years of school with teachers drilling us to, “Make sure you save your work,” and here I am staring at a gaping 4,000-word hole in my manuscript. The world has ended. I give up.

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Woe is me. This stinks.

Well, in all honesty… I guess the chapter stunk. Like, in my heart, I guess I should be relieved that the writing deities intervened and wiped my word vomit off the face of the earth.

So you heard it here kids. Save your work!

Oh, and…

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*All comments within this blog are merely the suggestions, mad ravings, and opinions of the author. They should be taken with a grain of salt and understanding that she may just be a well-worded lunatic and not a literary expert. *

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Why Won’t You Let Me Write?

I have the worst case of writer’s block. It’s so bad I sometimes consider myself under quarantine.

Three weeks, one day, and 15 hours of staring at a computer screen that I swear is beginning to laugh at me.

I can’t socialize. I struggle to sleep. The need and urge to write is still there. I want to write. I want to get my story out there, but something is stopping me and I haven’t figured out what it is. 

Yet.

I’ve tried everything. I’ve tried writing with a fifty word goal in mind which leaves me exhausted, it’s like squeezing my head through a sieve. I’ve tried marathon writing, which leaves me exhausted and less than halfway through a chapter after multiple attempts. I’ve even attempted to write whilst laying down. You’ve probably sensed a theme, and yes, this final solution has left me, yet again, exhausted and disheartened.

Standing desks, blaring music, forced writing— everything I’ve done before to get out of a slump no longer works.

“Why won’t you let me write?” I ask the omniscient purveyor of writer’s block, again and again. No one answers, though, I suspect that if they could it would come in the form of writers’ screams and ink blots.

Google is no help either. For those that have never researched, “How to get over writer’s block,” results almost always include a list of things to do.

“Take a walk.” I’ve done that.

“Read.” Check.

“Plan.” Boo-yah, a whole page synopsis written in triplicate for a single chapter— done.

Oh, but what’s this at the bottom of the list?

“Just write.”

Wow. That’s insightful. I can’t write so I should write? Now, they’re just taunting me. For me, this falls under forced writing. Push through, get those words on the page like you’re fighting your way to the smallest room in the highest tower. Basically, this is the “Just do it,” Shia Labeouf phrase of the writing world.

This “Just write it,” attitude is everywhere, under different guises, constantly pushing me to keep going. But it’s not working anymore. Can I not write anymore? Am I burnt out? Maybe.

Then again, maybe not.

What you’ve just read is my first exercise of writing something different, something out of my comfort zone. I’m not writing from behind someone else’s point of view, I’m not writing dialogue with Irish accents. I’m not planning and sneaking in plot twists or romantic trysts.

I’m writing for me, as me. Which is something I haven’t done in awhile. This blog is my writing process, my learning curve. The ultimate hope behind this blog is that throughout the year I will be able to document and share my writing story.

So, in closing, I’m Hannah Ward. Welcome to an Alaskan fantasy writer’s attempt to write something other than fantasy.

Next update: June 29th, 2017

*All comments within this blog are merely the suggestions, mad ravings, and opinions of the author. They should be taken with a grain of salt and understanding that she may just be a well-worded lunatic and not a literary expert. *