Step #1: Come up with an awesome idea for a story that’s decently original.
Step #2: Work on it for a month or so, trying to get it right.
Step #3: Stumble upon another book out there that’s already published and has almost the exact same plot.
Step #4: Despair.
Step #5: Remember that nothing is original and keep trying to improve writing anyway.
Does this ever happen to anyone else?
Guess what? I aspire to become an author, however I cannot seem to finish projects once I start them. I can put my ideas to writing, no problem. I can put them to paper – again, no problem. Most people cannot reach beyond those beginning steps, especially with fiction and poetry. When the time comes to start writing, I am somehow unable to organize the random lines and paragraphs I write into a single flowing unit. How do I overcome writers’ block when it comes to not writing and composing chapters, but combining them into a single work?
I suppose doing recreational drugs works for musicians. For me, there are notes, notes and more notes. To this day, I spend so much time worrying about how to precisely put down what I want to say that only panicked scraps emerge. Worse, well-structured paragraphs become dense, clunky and overwritten. I suppose there is no solution except to write rants like this in an attempt to get the juices flowing. “Just write,” I say. “C’mon, you don’t need a floating plastic bag or tantric yoga. Just write the damn shit even if it feels all wrong.” Yeah, easier said than done. I don’t mind telling my readers that I often write exactly what I don’t want to write, such as this present pile of garbage. Just cranking out a few pages of “hurr action and boobs” can make the brain move forward. There is no writer’s block for me, technically. I just don’t write how and what I wish to. What I need is a habit – the habit of getting ideas down at the very least. They can be organized later, I have done it before. Hopefully they can become coherent upon revision.