Do you ever get cocky?
Ever know that something won’t work, but still think you can overcome the universe and make it work for you?
That’s pretty much me right now.
Look, I’ve talked before about how I need life and activity around me to write. I’ve talked about the sense of release, the sense of freedom, that comes with writing in coffee shops and taprooms. To write — I mean really write — I have to be out. And that’s great, as far as it goes. But sometimes…
But sometimes you’re at home, and the urge hits you. Sometimes you’re somewhere quiet and peaceful and alone, and the ideas start to come. That’s when my iron-clad rule #1* can become a problem.
*You always write it, right freaking then.
Now, for most writers a place of quiet, peaceful serenity is probably the best place in the world for the creative process. Unfortunately, I’m not most writers. Hell, we established that when I described the fact that I couldn’t write a story in linear order if you held a gun to my head. I can’t write the scenes in the order they appear, and I can’t write when it’s peaceful and quiet.
Yeah, yeah, I know…I’m weird. You’re just now figuring that out?
So, here I am, sitting at home and trying to put my thoughts and ideas into words. In the peace and quiet. And it just ain’t working.
Oh, I can get words onto the page, but they…uhh…they kinda suck. Do you have any idea at all just how frustrating that is, by the way? How frustrating to know, as soon as you type them, that the words you’re putting down are a waste of time and effort? That you’re just going to delete them later?
Honestly, I feel like I’m in detention, being to forced to write lines over and over.
Screw it, I’m not working today. I think I’ll just head over to the bar for a beer and a thousand words…
Oh, the crosses I bear to be a writer. But, hey, I’m doing it so you don’t have to. Yeah, that’s it!
See, I’m not just a writer, I’m a giver…