“What are you ill with?” you might ask.
And I would respond this way: “With writer’s block.” Yes, I have that dreaded affliction tonight.
But it’s not writer’s block-writer’s block. It’s one of those pesky forms of writer’s block that isn’t really writer’s block, but you don’t know what else to call it, so you give it the grand and horrific (and quire frankly, dramatic) title: writer’s block.
You see, I was just sitting before my computer, writing away. My keyboard was clinking and clanking, the scene was unfolding, and I even had an idea for what should happen in the next scene. And, the current scene even had a twist! A twist that I didn’t even see coming!
“What is your problem, then?” you might say with a confused look.
I would respond in this manner: “I don’t know.”
Because truly, I don’t know what the matter is. I just know there is something the matter. It’s not that the scene doesn’t make sense, or the twist is too twisty.
Actually, I think I know what the matter is now, at least somewhat:
The story is going on and on, and I don’t think it has direction. I mean, there are these two princes, one is ill, and the other is now apparently locked up in some dungeon (I don’t plot, I just write, so I’m usually surprised by what happens to my dear characters). And there’s something about this thing called the Soul Vine. And there are these people called the Rogues. There’s even a witch. And a dragon. And Monks. And swords. And magicians. And snake charmers. And…and…and…
There’s just too much, and now the block is that I don’t know what to do with everything. It’s like being in the sea, and you’re just riding a wave, having fun, everything is grand, and sunny, and beautiful and relaxing. And then there’s a pretty little fish coming near your feet. And then another. And then another. And you’re all like, “OH! How beautiful. Look at their colorful little bodies, and their lovely black stripes! Oh my, I can watch them come near my red-painted toenails all day!”
But then another one pops on by, and then before you know it, there’s a school of fish swimming around you. Which is all fine and dandy at first, until the school grows larger and they start spinning around you faster, and now you don’t know what to do, because you’re stuck in the middle of brightly colored, striped fish, and it feels like you’re watching a herd of running zebras, and it’s dizzying. Plus, the waves of the sea are trying to carry you off, and the fish keep following, most likely attracted to your colorful toes.
So that’s my dilemma.
Ever have that dilemma? How’d you resolve it? Did you resolve it? How do you not even get into that dilemma, because to know how to avoid the problem is so much easier than to know how to fix it.