The Slump

100_2403It seems I’m in a slump. Writing is not coming easily for the last couple months and I don’t know why that might be. Perhaps the stresses of everyday living, bounced checks, late rent, borrowed money and an uncertain future might cause one to seek shelter in other places besides the written word; but why?

Writing generally takes me away to different times, places, people, and situations that require a good deal of my attention units, that sounds like a pretty damn good escape doesn’t it?  I should be able to effectively ditch all my worries and live it up in a universe of my own creation that is racked with problems that make the ones I am facing in the real world seem small.  So writing should be my natural “go-to” in such situations and has been in the not so distant past.

So, what is this writer’s block? I just don’t fucking feel like it OK! Do I need a reason? Can’t a guy just not feel like it? I’ve heard plenty about other writers having this problem and my advice for them has been to “JUST WRITE”, that’s always been the answer before but something is different this time. Maybe it’s because I just turned 60, that’s said to be a big turning point for some people but, It’s been almost 30 days and I really don’t feel any different.

Maybe it’s my diet, that’s changed considerably. Since new years, I’ve lost over 30 pounds and I’m going to continue this plan of action.  I’ve even been getting out in my workshop a little more and accomplished a couple little paint jobs and some this and that after all production is the basis of moral, or so I’ve heard. I’ve started riding bicycles with my buddy and taken to walking to the local Starbucks once a week or so culminating in a 5-mile journey. These are all good things for my health and wellbeing but not so much for my writing.

I’m a good 2/3rds of a way through a second novel and I like this one better than the last. It’s crossed my mind that I might have written myself into a corner. I think about this quite often and I don’t believe that’s the case, I know where I’m going and what needs to happen next, though I have no idea how the end will happen. None of these things, however, seem to me to be the problem. Maybe there is no problem and I’m just having a little mind play with myself, maybe it all goes away when I finally sit my ass down and start tickling the keys.

If anyone has any idea what the hell is going on with me feel free to respond to this post. I will entertain any explanation or consideration anyone may have. Perhaps this little essay will be enough to jump start my imaginary batteries and turn on the muses that I pretend to have…Perhaps.



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Letting Characters Do Things Their Way

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The situation comes first. The characters – always flat and unfeatured, to begin with – come next. Once these things are fixed in my mind, I begin to narrate. I often have an idea of what the outcome may be, but I have never demanded of a set of characters that they do things my way. On the contrary, I want them to do things their way. In some instances, the outcome is what I visualized. In most, however, it’s something I never expected. For a suspense novelist, this is a great thing. I am, after all, not just the novel’s creator but its first reader. And if I’m  not able to guess with any accuracy how the damned thing is going to turn out, even with my inside knowledge of coming events, I can be pretty sure of keeping the reader in a state of page-turning anxiety. And why worry about the ending…

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