Archive | October 2014

Kissing Goodbye

One of the problem with writing- well, probably with a lot of subjects- is that you have to figure out what to include in your story, when it’s necessary- or when it’s a distraction.

Of course, when it comes to NaNoWriMo, you just lock your inner editor in a dark dungeon and put into your story whatever extra bits you want. Your goal is to reach 50,000 words, after all, and the best way to do that is to totally ignore any mistakes- which would bog you down- and add the parts you know you’ll probably get rid of. Of course, that’s the best way to reach 50,000 words- the fun way is simply to write.

Anyway, as I was saying, at some point you have to edit and figure out if the extra parts are necessary. Sometimes, after all, they are extra but they’re important- at least to you. Sometimes the case may be that you took time to research a subject, or you’ve always wanted to see what your character would do in this situation- or whatever the case may be. The extra stuff is important- but is it necessary, is it a distraction?

Unfortunately I’ve come to a point like this in my second Civil War story I wrote, which I was reading to get back into the mood. It’s a tiny point. I didn’t even research it- I think I just brought up a picture I had of a collection of Civil War-era guns and revolvers, I picked one and put it into my story, just as an opportunity to show what I’d researched. How could it be that bad?

Then I reread it and, when I came to the point where I was saying what kind of revolver a character had, the pace just slowed down. It was a distraction, a smudge. So, I know what I have to do. I hate to do it, I hate to change something I took a little bit of time to look into and, as I thought at the time, make the story feel more authentic.

(In case anyone is interested, the weapon I mentioned is a Remington Revolver Cal .44. I thought that I may as well mention what kind of weapon this character had somewhere, sense I did take some trouble over it. I will now simply say that he had a Remington revolver, which will give it some authenticity, but will not slow down the pace)

This did, however, bring up an annoying point. Simply: I researched the Civil War a lot (not enough, actually). I even checked out things I would only possibly use, such as the 10 (I think) steps it took to reload some weapon or other. I took the trouble to put that process into my first story and, as with the revolver problem, it slows it down so much it’s the equivalent of walking with sand in your shoes!

I guess what I’m basically saying is: It’s hard, but sometimes those things you put time into, that you carefully stuffed into your story, sometimes that really has to go. So, as much as you like it, because of how much trouble it took you, give it a kiss and say goodbye.

Further Preparations for NaNoWriMo

Well, November is slowly drawing closer. NaNoWriMo is just around the corner! It’s actually pretty hard to believe- mainly because this year has been odd for my family, and also because, here in New Mexico, Autumn is just another word for: ‘a little cooler than last month’.

Sill, the autumn decorations are up, and that helps the mood feel a little more autumnal. It also cheers things up a bit.

Anyway, back to NaNoWriMo, I am still preparing for that great event. Among the important things for writing- especially during November, when you’re supposed to write a novel in a month- it helps to have a playlist, quick meals planned, and a document ready for you to just bring up and start writing (either that or journal to write by hand, if you want to do that, like my sister does).

We still have the meals to plan for, and I haven’t actually created a document (for some reason I like to do that last minute). I have, however, managed to create a playlist for my story- which I didn’t expect to happen, or possibly just a partial playlist.

Music is actually very important- in fact I have another blog (which I’ve sadly neglected) talking about how important music is. Here’s the link, in case you want to take a look:

Anyway, music is important because it helps you clarify your story. It can help tell the story- or sometimes a deeper story which you know about. For instance, in my story I wanted my character- who is going through a very difficult time- to come to a point where he must overcome the desire to simply stop, to give up, and he decides to go on. At least, that’s what I hope happens, but unfortunately it’s rather a difficult thing for me to manage to put in there and I’ve always been afraid it will fall out- partially for sounding very melodramatic and a little unlikely. However, I happened to see in my collection of music the score to the movie The Island (2005, I think) by Steve Jablonsky, the song title: I’m not Ready to Die and I suddenly realized that was the song. That’s what’s happening in my story- the simple declaration: “I’m not ready to die.”

And now that I have a song that actually applies to that moment, it seems possible that I can actually put it in my story. We’ll see if that really happens.

And of course it helps with atmosphere, it helps you concentrate, to have music. For me, it’s almost as important as the story itself.

Another good way to get in the mood for your story is to read the right books. Of course, for my time train stories set in an alternate universe there wasn’t really anything for me to read that would get me in the mood. But for my Civil War stories- ah! so many things!

(by the way, another good idea is to stay away from stories that will mess up your atmosphere or mood. For instance, it’s a bad idea for me to read Frank Peretti because he influences my writing style too much)

I need atmosphere for the place, that is the most important thing. It is the hardest for me to manage- and I have never yet managed to capture it. I’ve read Little Women and that helped me understand what the time is like, as only someone that’s lived there can write it. I’ve read the Red Badge of Courage and that, again, gave me a sketch of the past- a very different sketch. I read With Lee in Virginia, which was rather romanticized, but again deepened my understanding (and there was a summary of the Civil War that was very clear and helpful). I’ve even started to read Jefferson Davis’ and U.S. Grant’s books they wrote, both of which are a challenge but help me understand them, the way people thought, and yet another depth to that time.

I would have thought I would have a rounded perception of this time, considering I’ve read things from the perspective of a lady, military, and a fellow writer or two like myself (who had the advantage of living nearer to the time). They are all very different, and yet give an underlying feel that coincides.

But why is it that I can write almost exactly the way some of the people talked in The Red Badge of Courage and yet it sounds completely ridiculous? It’s sad.

Well, I’ve started a Mark Twain and- ah!- it has exactly the atmosphere I want! His description of a neighborhood sounded almost exactly like a place I had in my last Civil War story, but somehow he managed to make it sound charming and not clichéd! So, I think what I’ve got to do it is read a lot of Mark Twain – which shouldn’t be hard- and just start writing!

And it’s taken me all day to write this post (because I got thoroughly distracted onto other things). So without further delay, I’m goin’ back to Pudd’nhead Wilson!     (ugh)

Disclaimer: there will soon be excerpts from some of these stories which exemplify the ‘dialect’ I wish to capture. I would love to just get the atmosphere and thinking style, but especially the ‘dialect’ would be nice!

New Beginnings and More Character Introductions

I recently posted something about Writer’s Digest Magazine saying it’s important to give your character a good introduction. I’ve already said I don’t really heed much to my character’s introductions (though I will try to in the future) because you can’t know enough of the character anyway until later on.

Well, interestingly enough Mark Kingston, my main character in my Civil War story has had several introductions, of several different kinds. I partially changed because I wasn’t very pleased with how I’d started the story originally. Then there came a point in my story which I found very hard to read, and therefore anyone else reading it might find it difficult to get through, so I thought it best to break it up in flashbacks. I think I am pretty pleased with the results (though the story is, annoyingly enough, still in the process of being edited). The final result is that Mark has technically had 3 introductions plus one that really didn’t work!

Here is the 1st version. I’ve reread it and find it’s a good reminder of why I wanted it changed. It’s mood is totally wrong, there’s peculiar sci-fi elements that don’t fit and the interpretation of Mark’s character is a little off because I immediately got the impression he was a bodybuilder, and that’s certainly never how I imagined him. Anyway, I’d better just put it down so you can read it for yourself:

Sunday mornings at the Fitness X-treme gym were always quiet, and this Sunday in late February was no different. There had been the usual rush of New Year Resolutioners but they had worn off by mid-February.

The usual popular, exciting music was going- the credit to that was due to Mark Kingston, the son of the gym’s manager, Julius Kingston.

Julius Kingston had started the gym in the midst of an earth in our distant future, when weight will still be a problem.

He had always been a big part of his project, a day never going by that he had made an appearance and encouraged his customers. However, as the years passed on, and his mission already partially accomplished with his neighbors becoming slimmer, he appeared less often at his gyms, but never less fit, and left it to his son, Mark, to help train the newcomers.

Mark, having lived in a world of vigorous health awareness, knew exactly what he was doing not only as a technique but more as a second nature. He had also received a text recommendation of pursuing a career as an M.D. and so he had studied that profession for a little while before dropping out. The time spent there had, however, given him some extra knowledge of fitness, so he looked completely comfortable and confident as he stood on a platform in the gym, looking around at the few people working out around and below him.

Overall, Mark did not stand out very much at that gym, except with the confidence showed on his face.

He had only stood there a few minutes when an employee from the swimming area came by, walking quickly and at the same time tying back her hair. She did not stop to speak to him.

“Mark, there’s someone wanting to speak to you on the phone, line 2,” She said, not waiting for a reply.

He glanced at her and then, changing his position slightly, apparently spoke to thin air, “Line 2.”

A small blue screen appeared, hovering in midair in front of Mark, the distorted, crisp image of a businesslike young man.

“Mark Kingston speaking,” he said, evidently about to continue along the lines of a customary greeting, but the appearance of the other seemed to cause him to hesitate. He then remained silent, waiting.

“Good morning, Mr. Kingston,” The other said, in a surprisingly comfortable voice, “My name is Zachary Black, I work with Dr. Derek Shelby, from the Goodwin University. Perhaps you’ve heard of him.”

Mark hesitated, nodding slightly.

“The name is familiar,” he said, looking slightly displeased, “But if this has to do with finishing my degree- I’m not interested. I haven’t taken a look at the Goodwin University for a while.”

The other nodded, saying, “It doesn’t really have anything to do with that. We received a text recommendation for you; the system matched you to Dr. Shelby’s project.”

A few things changed. I decided Mark shouldn’t have any M.D. training, and instead he did some paramedic training, which seemed to fit better. His dad- whose name, Julius, was provided by Orange Julius because I started writing this story in the mall next to an Orange Julius- completely disappeared. He certainly had nothing to do with starting a gym or whatever. In my revised version Mark simply ended up working at a gym because he could and it was available.

The only good thing about this original beginning (which is also the bad thing about it) is that I actually have a scene in Mark’s workplace. Never have I yet managed to set a scene there comfortably- partially because he became incredibly rich and didn’t need to work at a gym. This problem still irritates me, because I don’t like having things that you’ve never seen referred to or important.

So I wrote a new version, in which he gets to talk to Shelby. I wish I could remember the motivations for the setting and why I had to have them meet. It’s set in a fitness store, where’s he’s buying new shoes, and think I was hoping that would supplement for the gym. I think it helps but it still feels awkward to me. Here it is:

“Is that all you’ll be getting today?” The woman with the spikey hair behind the checkout counter asked, her eyes still set on the computer in front of her. It was a purely automatic question, said by millions of people before her. The answer was just as automatic.

“Yes, thanks,” Mark said, taking the new running shoes from the counter and turning to go.

He started heading straight to the exit, looking around him without much interest. His surroundings were like many stores. It was a ‘fitness’ place, with the newest equipment, a training area and a small cafeteria.

A man slowly got down from a stool and quickly stepped in front of him, saying, “Mr. Kingston?”

Mark stopped short, looking at him, rather surprised.

“I’m not interested in buying anything right now- I told you that last time I was here. You’d think that if you knew my name you’d remember that I’m not interested,” he said, irritated.

“I’m not selling anything, Mark. My name is Dr. Derek Shelby,” the man answered, putting out his hand. He had a normal voice and he spoke with an American accent.

Mark shook it, shoving the shoes he’d just bought under his arm. He asked, “Now they’re employing doctors to do the selling, or why did you want to talk with me?”

I think I will definitely keep this introduction (I apologize for the sudden end). It introduced Mark in a much better way than the original had, showing his rather defiant nature. the only problem is that he’s supposed to be a little joking in nature and I’m not sure if I’ve managed that without the original beginning.

Now, after I wrote this I decided to break up the ‘bleh’ section. What you just read is technically still his introduction, but I added this to the beginning:

The young man passed across several trees, getting further and further away from the terrible sounds of the battle, until it was only a distant booming that could have been mistaken for fireworks. Once he had made it far enough away he slowly sank to the ground, making no sound as though afraid to be seen. Sleep gradually came to him in a fitful, vague form, as he lay alone in the past.

He was not an ordinary man; or rather he was not ordinary to his surroundings. He did not belong to them, although there was nothing visibly different about him.

The only great difference, which seemed to be noticeable to animals, was that he was a time traveler, and he came from the far future.

His name was Mark Kingston. He had trained as a paramedic, then lost interest in that career after a couple years of studying for it. He acquired a job at a gym, got a girlfriend by the name of Fanny Carter and, at an age when one is usually set in their path, he seemed pretty well set.

But he was not satisfied with his life. He never said anything about his discontentedness, but it was evident to his friends.

He passed a couple of years at the gym, acquiring a reputation as someone you could trust and be friends with, both as an employee and as a person.

He seemed a different person now, where he lay in the past, in a forest- tense, exhausted and weary. His appearance was still very much the same, except for several scrapes, a bullet wound and his skin nearly the same color as the dirt he lay on.

But when he had first arrived in the past, and that seemed a long time ago for him, he had been a different person. Now, after a lot of things had occurred to make him change, it is nearly impossible for anyone to remain the same.

The change did not take place all at once. It took a long time for him to change, but it was only then that he was willing to show the difference. It started, in fact, when Mark decided he didn’t want to be a paramedic. The decision, although he never told anyone, even his parents, was a sudden one, but he was so definite about it, no one argued.

He did not entirely like working where he did, at the gym. But he seemed determined to go on there, hopefully rising in ranks until he could be the assistant manager or even manager. His choice- it could hardly be called a dream- was cut short, however.

It had all started with a phone call. And like any unsuspecting hero, he would never have expected a simple phone call to lead his life in an entirely different direction, especially where it led him now, laying alone in a world that was hardly his own.

And that is the introduction to Mark Kingston, leading into the second version I wrote. I don’t think I’ve ever had so much trouble introducing a character. It’s been very interesting.

Getting Ready for NaNoWriMo

I should probably give a quick explanation for what NaNoWriMo is. It’s short for National Novel Writing Month, takes places in the month of November, during which time you try to write a novel- which is about 50,000 words. That’s the quick explanation. You can do a lot of variations, because it’s a wonderfully relaxed challenge- though fortunately not so relaxed or bizarre (for me) that I forget about it. You can go on working on an old story, do poems instead, write several short stories and, of course, challenge yourself to a different goal.

I always look forward to November, or the last few Novembers, since finding out about NaNoWriMo. It’s actually the reason why I realized I wanted to write as a profession, because I was looking forward to it a great deal.

Obviously it takes a lot of preparation. You want to know what you’re going to write, know enough of the steps you want to take to get to 50,000 (or the end of the story), which could be anything from basic character developments and plot turns, to extensive and obsessively detailed outlines of everything from the plot, to characters to every scene.

I will be writing the third part of a trilogy about the Civil War and time traveling. It’s been a little more complicated because I have to know enough about history to be able to be comfortable (which is technically still an issue) among many other details.

This story was even harder because my main character develops Post-traumatic Stress Disorder. It’s a fascinating and complicated subject, but I wanted to know it well enough so that I didn’t have to look at my notes every single page, as well as- more importantly- being able to write it so it didn’t sound staged.

So, I started studying PTSD some time last year, hoping to be able to write this story last November. That didn’t happen, because I still didn’t know the subject well enough, and it’s taken me that long to feel comfortable with it and like I vaguely know what I’m talking about, which is much longer than it usually takes me to study a subject. (I’m actually sorry to admit that, sense it seems like I ought to be studying such things for years, all the time, as well as editing for months and months)

It’s been interesting working on it, actually. I’ve had to go back and change several things to fit with this final, unpleasant development. Here is a short example of what I had to change. My main character, Mark, is outside the battlefield of Gettysburg, it’s nighttime:

“The young man laid down against a tree. He covered his ears and tried to get some much needed sleep amidst the fighting.”

That was the original. Here is the revised version:

“The young man laid down against a tree. He tried to get some much needed sleep amidst the fighting.”

Leaving out the part about him covering his ears I think implies that he is mentally blocking out the trouble around him. He is in a state of mind where he’s been put into a situation he’s certainly never faced and isn’t used to dealing with, and he doesn’t want to fully deal with the idea of the magnitude of death, so, whether he realizes it or not, Mark is shutting off a part of his brain so that he can act and work in this situation. He doesn’t fully realize what’s happening.

Hopefully this makes sense according to the symptoms of PTSD. Of course, if any of you that read this know anything about PTSD or know someone that does, please let them see this and tell me what they think.

So, anyway, I think I know enough so I am going ahead and writing the ‘fun’ stuff next month. I encourage anyone that’s interested in NaNoWriMo to plan for it, even if you’re not writing a character that’s dealing with PTSD.

Now this next month is going to be even more interesting than usual. My Dad is out of a job. Enough said, I think. Basically, my fellow author sisters and I will, in addition to the usual craziness of writing a novel in a month and of course Thanksgiving, we will be dealing with the emotional and mental problems of unemployment. November’s going to be interesting, but I want to enjoy it.

I have only a few important things to say before I finish this post. First of all: to all those people with PTSD or who had PTSD or know someone that has it, especially veterans, I have a new understanding of it. I cannot express easily or quickly overall everything I feel about it. God bless you and I am praying for you.

And secondly, to anyone that’s experienced unemployment, basically I owe you an apology. For some reason I never thought I would have to go through it- it was one of those things that happened to other people. Now I know how hard and unpleasant it is, especially when there’s no end in sight. So sorry, and I pray, for those that are unemployed, that you will soon get a job.

Excerpt From My Story: Haddrell’s Region

I think there was an article in a recent Writer’s Digest Magazine which talked about several important aspects of your story, that might help draw in a reader (or something similar). It mentioned the importance of a good introduction for your characters.

Interestingly enough, I never think of having good introductions for characters. (which I actually take as an indication that I should consider it more carefully). For me, I like to write stories (and read) that are realistic and, even if the events that occur in them are extraordinary, I like it to be told in a reasonable way. What I mean is: when you’re meeting a random person on the street, and your life is coincidentally and usually only momentarily intertwined, it’s quite likely you will not see that person in his or her best light. You might see him or her behaving in a way that is totally unlike their usual behavior, and then, if by chance you go on knowing them, you get to learn that one action was only a small part of a very different kind of person. In the same way, though I certainly like to establish what my characters are like and- if I have to- show the unusual behavior at some point when it won’t be confusing, I do not like to feel that my story is staged or fake. And it seems to me that in some books and shows and movies (depending on what kind any of those are) that introductions can especially be staged and I feel like I’m being forced to focus on one part of a person, which is the most important part, but I like to know what else is going on. (However, I certainly see the sense in what the article was talking about, and it’s made me think about how I introduce my characters)

Now, like I said, I don’t usually think (or rather overthink) about the introductions for my characters. In fact I usually have trouble introducing characters and figuring out what they should say first- it certainly does seem like whatever a character says first must be significant!

I was writing a story recently in which was one of the rare times I did think very carefully about a character’s introduction. Actually, I came up with a line that seemed to fit his character very well (It’s the last sentence, by the way). And here is the excerpt of the character’s introduction.

I should explain a little, actually. In my original version- I am still working on editing it, so there’s likely to be a lot of changes- Arend Van Husen is going to meet a rebel leader in a park, after being held by the police under suspicion of terrorism. He’s revealed that he knows something about a woman that is threatening the rebel leader and, after deciding that there’s not enough evidence to keep him, they send him off to deal with her.

I know that probably doesn’t make much sense, which is why I am editing it, but there’s so much more to explain that it would take a very long time. Anyway, here is an excerpt from my story, which I have revised to- hopefully- make a bit of sense:

He reached the bottom of the steep hill, and saw a man step out from behind a big containment box and come towards him.

The man was big and he looked tough- not only like he had the determination and temper to be able to pull off an intruder’s arms, but he also looked like he physically could do it without any trouble. He moved like a giant, wore a heavy black leather jacket and looked unruly.

Arend’s immediate reaction was to turn around and leave at once, seeing that he had rambled into the man’s ground, and he didn’t want that sort of problem at the moment, if he had ever asked for it. But then he remembered that he did want that sort of problem, sense, he reasoned, a rebellion leader probably would have dangerous men stationed around his domain.

He took a step toward the man and waited to see what he would do. The man looked at him, his face not showing what he was thinking, but there was a set glower on his face. He didn’t say anything, however, apparently allowing Arend to start the conversation.

“I- I want to talk to Carbrey Denson,” he said. The reaction to hearing the name was unexpected. The man tilted his head slightly, as though he’d expected something else and he had to understand this in a different way. He didn’t say anything at once.

“You want to see Carbrey Denson?” The man finally said, rather stupidly.

He simply nodded. They stared at each other, which frustrated Arend. He wanted to get on with things. He didn’t understand why they had to be standing here like this- if he was the leader’s guard, then Arend wished he would take him to him, or beat him up if that’s what he considered necessary.

Deciding that he didn’t want to go on this way, seeing that he was apparently supposed to be carrying on the conversation, Arend said, “Look I don’t have any weapons and I came here because I’m supposed to be helping him, so could you just take me to him?”

“Were you sent by someone?” The man asked.

Arend hesitated, wondering if saying the police had sent him would put him in any danger. He couldn’t avoid the truth, so he said, “It’s- it’s a kind of penitence thing, because the police couldn’t prove I was an extremist,” he thought mentioning that might make the man like him better, “So they sent me to help- with the problem.”

The man laughed suddenly, apparently amazed and amused by what he said. He didn’t say anything more, however, simply went on looking down at Arend, seemingly looming.

Arend thought a moment and then asked; trying to bring some informality into the situation, sense it was already strange enough, “Are you Denson’s bodyguard?”

The smile on the man’s face suddenly faded away and he stared at Arend a moment. Then he seemed to consider his question and said, almost as though he actually meant it, “I don’t think I need a bodyguard.”

And now I will explain why that introduction was so important for Carbrey Denson. He’s a big, threatening man- physically. However, throughout the story- and even though he was less of a villain than I meant- what I intended to show is that it’s not his physical presence that Arend has to be careful of, but his intelligence. He’s the kind of character that you think you’ve figured out, and then he simply turns your ideas upside down. This introduction is important, especially the last sentence, because it shows- and I’m afraid I can’t be more specific than this: it shows what kind of a person he is.

Long or Short? That is the Question

I was planning on posting an excerpt from my story (fortunately I didn’t actually say I would do that, but I sort of planned on it. Still, I won’t let Writer’s Block- or procrastination- stop me) but an interesting topic came to my attention.

Which is better- to write stories that are long or short? Just about anything could be lengthened, to be at least 100,000 words long. And something like Lord of the Rings, with several alterations, could be shortened even to 5,000 words long- in fact I might try that some time, just for the sake of curiosity.

I tend to write stories that are shorter. The longest I’ve done is 100,000 and I can get pretty close to that still. And actually, by my own measurements I would have said that was long, because that’s how I think- partly because I used to write stories that were- at most- 30,000 words long. I simply think in shorter terms- and my sister, a fellow author (she’s properly an author, by the way; I’m just a writer) thinks in long terms. 100,000 words is short, not just not-as-long but short for her!

(Here is a link to my sister’s blog:

So which is better- short or long? I won’t delay the answer, because it’s pretty obvious. The answer is that it depends on what you want, if the story you’re writing needs to be slow or short and what you’re comfortable with it.

But I find it interesting that, for me, ‘shorter’ is natural. Whenever I try to write a proper Lengthy Novel, it just doesn’t happen. What I want to say, I manage in about half the word count I was ‘planning’. So why is that? And the fact that my sister so easily writes novels that are long, and even when she’s got it all planned she usually has at least 20,000 more words worth of things she could have included- it makes me wonder: am I doing something wrong? Are my stories rushed, am I not including enough details or extra stuff to make it feel realistic rather than speeded?

And I’m sure (okay, maybe not completely sure) that there’s some part of her that’s wondering: am I writing too long and should I shorten it, the way my speed-demon sister does?

I wish there was some way I could fix this thing, but it’s not a problem. It’s just like finding out your best friend likes vanilla ice cream rather than chocolate, and you always thought she liked chocolate! There’s nothing wrong with it, you just have to accept your differences and work with it.

I’ve always liked the idea of having an epic novel that you’re working on for years, like my sister does, and having loads of journals filled with the same story like my sister (they’re not really loads, just several) and a stack of notebooks for that story and covering the wall with notes on your story, like my sister does. Okay- well, I don’t think I would like the idea of taking years to complete a novel. I do that some times, but that’s only when I’m writing for the fun of it and not toward some goal.

I like the idea of an Epic Novel. Not just a story. Not just a novel- but an epic novel that you’re working on. But I don’t do that. I appeal to the modern audience, that reads things on iPads and Nooks and things, because the longest I write is 100,000, and I hope to take advantage of that strength. Sure, I’d like to write a novel that takes years to complete- not just because of procrastination or the craziness of life- but that’s not what I do. So I might as well work with what I’ve got- of which I am truly thankful and enjoy.

Writer’s Block

We’ve all heard of it. Writer’s block. The dreaded point that every writer comes to some time, when you just can’t figure out what to write. Which is why this probably won’t be a very long post.

A lot of people think that writer’s block is when you don’t know what to write next, and that’s often the case. But I think writer’s block is just whenever you simply can’t write. Sometimes I know what’s going to happen next in a story but there’s something about it that I just can’t go ahead and write.

I am dealing with WB right now- literally. I know I ought to write a post on my blog- but I don’t know what to write. So I decided to take the way out of the problem that I do some times when I realize I’ve written myself into a corner. I climb over the wall- either that or I just sit down and make myself comfortable, which I think would be more accurate a metaphor to my way out of a corner.

Anyway, I realized- or accepted- that this is a kind of writer’s block, in that I can’t figure out what to write here, even though I know I need to write something, and I decided to write about writer’s block. After all, it is a problem every writer has to face, so I may as well talk about it at some point.

So how do I deal with WB? Unfortunately I don’t think there is any one solution that works every time, especially for just anyone. My solution is usually to keep writing, even if I don’t know what’s going to happen next- as I am doing now- and eventually enough comes out so I can just keep going. It’s surprising how often this solution works, actually, so I would recommend it. It’s not always comfortable and some times it’s too annoying to push words out onto a page, but at least something happens.

Now, the only problem with this solution is that it’s temporary. I still have to get myself out of the corner. But I’ve got done what I needed to get done- I posted something. And I think I know what’s causing my WB!

I’ve been writing stories for a while. I like to write stories, and only recently have I taken writing seriously as a career. In fact, I’m still trying to figure out how to do that. And one of the things I want to do here is post parts of my stories. But the idea of actually putting my stories up where anyone can read it is weird and scary.

So, yeah, my Writer’s Block is my own fear, which is basically all that WB is- yourself, making up some sort of problem. But I’m going to get past this WB and I’ll post something from one of my stories up here. I will find something! I will get out of the corner!