What To Do When You’re Writing Crap? Write More Crap.

Pile of drafts

I have been digging this latest book out of my brain with a fork. A shrimp fork. And the tines are bent. That’s how it feels.

I sat down this weekend numerous times and my brain said, “Nuh-uh.” And I wrote anyway. It sucked. It came out painfully, slowly, boooooringly. But I kept on plugging, dammit.

This is how books get written. I just have to stop listening to that horrible little voice that tells me this is how really bad books get written. Continue reading

Hoping Mother Nature Will Suck The Rest Of This Story From My Brain And Through My Fingertips

campbear

I have been battling writer’s block the likes of which I haven’t wrestled with in a very long time. I’ve tried to power through it, but it. is. killing. me.

I’m camping with my kids this weekend. We’ll have electricity, but very spotty internet access, and that should help keep me on track. I’ll be writing, writing, writing while they splash  in the pool and ride their bikes around, writing while they roast marshmallows, writing after they’re tucked into their sleeping bags at night, writing before they open their eyes in the morning.

I just hope I’m writing something coherent. That remains to be seen.

Wish me luck.