I have been doing everything under the sun but writing. I’ve updated my iGoogle Theme, changed my desktop wallpaper, caught up on blog reading, done some dishes (though the bulk are still sitting around waiting for my husband who said he’d do them two days ago), made grocery lists, made some changes to Crit Partner Match…
I know what needs to happen in this scene. But for some reason I can’t seem to get it out of my head and onto the page. I know I need to just push through this, get it down no matter how crappy it is. But I just haven’t been able to push myself there yet today.
Bedtime update: I wound up at 147 words. Blah.
What do you do when you’re having that gut wrenching terror of the blank page?
I do that – “everything but writing” – waaay too often. And there’s no one way I can get past it. Usually, just have to force myself to write one word. Then one more. Eventually it flows again.
I write a letter to Casey describing the scene I want to write.
I find a blog of someone who has interesting things to say about life, writing in general, and becoming a published author and read them. Obviously.