You must write every single day of your life...
You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders
You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders
to sniff books like perfumes and
wear books like hats upon your crazy heads...
may you be in love every day for
the next 20,000 days.
And out of that love, remake a world."
~ Ray Bradbury
June is the FLX/WordCount
Blogathon! Join us for 30 Days of
blogging madness!
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very time
I thought about writing a post last week, I felt exhausted. Tired, drained and unmotivated were the
trending words in my little writerly bubble.
Basically,
I had a six year old living in my head all week:
But I don’ wanna write!
No one reads my writing anyway!
I wanna read!
I’m bored!
Stomp!
Stomp! Stomp!
A couple
of sleepless nights didn’t do the little brat any favours either. Add to that, severe adrenal fatigue, the
possibility of Lyme, and an unhappy digestive tract (bet you saw that one
coming) and you have a recipe for a writerly clusterfudge of epic proportions.
Also known
as lethargy.
Also known
as radio silence.
Also known
as writer’s block.
I didn’t
just fall off the Blogathon wagon, I rolled down the hill, through a cow patty,
and into a haystack.
Just
Keep Writing, Just Keep Writing
But what
is the one rule of writing that all writers must learn and re-learn?
Just
write. Type until you can’t type anymore
and your hands look like claws and your wrists fall off and your eyes are as
“raw as meat in a butcher shop.”*
Even if it’s
gobbledygook.
Even if it’s
painful.
Even if it’s
messy.
Even if it’s
rough.
And don’t
stop.
Because if
you stop writing, you’ll start editing.
Erasing. Cursing. Eating things you shouldn’t (hence the
rebellious digestive tract), and eventually, you’ll stop writing altogether.
The only
time it’s acceptable to stop writing is when you’re out living and
listening. So you have something to
write about.
Or
reading. So you have writing prompts
that will kick start your writing.
Or if a zombie ate your brains. Because then your thoughts would really be scattered and your writing wouldn't make any sense.
So you
didn’t blog all 30 days. Did you write
every day or read something that you could write about later? Yes?
Great! Then it was a success!
The
Three Rs: Rest, Reading and a little Rx
But my
name isn’t Pollyanna or Bright Eyes, or Dorothy. And sometimes, even the smallest task is
simply too difficult when you are exhausted and tired and starting a new
medication.
That whole
myth about writers and artists churning out masterpieces while high or drunk is
definitely a myth. Not that I was high
or drunk, but the new medication…oh wait, it was to help calm me down and make me feel
happy. I think.
Nevermind.
Maybe it’s not a myth. Still not really
that interested in testing it out. Oh,
Mythbusters! Yoo hoo!
Bottom
line: I wrote abso-freakin-lutely nothing last week. Instead, I threw myself a writer’s pity
party. Anne Shirley would have loved
it. I was in the depths of despair over my lack of talent and my shoddy consistency
~ blame it on the ADD. Wait. Isn’t that a song?
But I
read. A lot. Some really good stuff. Some gloriously trashy stuff. Some books I laughed at ~ not because they
were funny, but because they were just that awful. Some made me cry.
And some…inspired
the Muse.
Which is
the whole point of reading when you can’t write and writing all the time even
if it’s horse caca. Because that fickle,
beautiful Muse ~ she better not find you napping. Or at the least, without some way of
capturing the bones she throws you.
I mean, it
looks like she was also able to get that inner 6 year old to shut up and go
play in someone else’s head.
Oremus pro invicem,
~
Mikaela