Last week, I came across the word “Mamihlapinatapai.” This word exists in the Yaghan language of Tierra del Fuego and is listed in The Guinness Book of World Records as the “most succinct word”, and is widely considered one of the hardest words to translate.
The basic gist of it is this: Continue reading “Sometimes Just A (Foreign) Word Will Do”
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I hit a wall this weekend. I knew where I wanted to go with my writing goals but the brain? She had no desire to play along.
You know what I do when that happens? I take a road trip, and shove that brain in the back seat with its hands tied behind its back. Continue reading “ZigZag, Meander, And Detour Around Your Writer’s Block”
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 “What To Do When You’re Writing Crap? Write More Crap.”
The ancient Greeks had a word: Akrasia.
Discussed at length by Socrates (and recorded by Plato), it describes the act of knowing that a certain course or action is best, but shying away from taking it anyway.
In other words, writer’s block in a nutshell. Continue reading “Akrasia: It’s What’s For Dinner”
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.
That’s right, self. You heard me.
Keep writing until the timer goes off, and you get the mini eggs.
And as soon as you hit 2000 words for the day, you are permitted one episode of “Supernatural” on Netflix.
ONE. I mean it. Continue reading “Oh, The Bribes I Give Myself”
