Well, something seemed to work yesterday! Suddenly, my block just evaporated!
I wrote about how much I wished I had my sense of fun and adventure back, the fun I had writing my JanNo, when I wasn’t trying to be a real writer, just trying to finish the story with no expectations at all that it would be “good”.
Then the shift happened, almost like magic. I just realised I had been taking this all too seriously. I’d set myself this great big goal of becoming a published writer, and let that overtake the sheer joy of writing. It was truly like a switch being flicked. Suddenly I had that feeling back, the feeling I had thought was gone, was just somehow there again.
So I started writing. Real words. In order. On the story. Two and a half thousand words later, chapter seven, where I have been stuck for two weeks, is finished! And a little part of my mind is jumping about and turning cartwheels and going wild!
I don’t know if it’s any good, but it doesn’t matter, I’m writing! I’ll worry about whether it is good or bad when I come to edit it. As Kate Walker says, you can’t edit a blank page. Hopefully I can strengthen bad writing, but I can’t do anything with no writing.
(The gorgeous cat painting is from http://bengalized.com/art/t&u%20holidays.htm)