This one time at Writer's Camp…
I was reading Larry Correia’s most recent post on writing and how there is no such thing as writer’s block and I found myself thinking (Yes, button down the hatches and hide the kids)… Is there really no such thing as Santa Claus?
Wait, that’s not what I wanted to write.
The truth of the matter is, there is no such thing as writer’s block. Yes, really. When I say I’m “blocked”, that roughly translates to “I don’t wanna work on this right now because I am unmotivated/lazy/really bored with the story.” That’s it, really. No “I don’t know what’s going on”, no “I just can’t write this thing”. I’m just being lazy because I really don’t have anything telling me to go and write it, which is terrifying for someone who writes for a partial living (trust me, these royalty checks (when they come) do NOT pay the bills). The fact of the matter is, it’s really hard for a writer to be truly blocked.
When you’re writing a story you already know how it’s going to end. You have some ideas scattered throughout the novel, and even potentially the beginning thought out. But linking it all together is work, and most people think writing isn’t work but play. But working/writing is hard, and you have to figure out how to link it all together. I hate to tell you, but if you think that not being able to do that is writer’s block, then you’re wrong.
That’s writer’s laziness. I know, because I’m guilty of it quite a bit these days (what, you think these books fall out of my butt, plated gold and ready for publication?) while working on the latest WIP. It’s just old fashioned laziness.
Am I wrong? Or can I just blame it on that damned peanut eating muse of mine (again)?