For the past month I’ve been nursing a cold and flu and I’m finally much better, but getting sick wreaked havoc on Julius by crashing into a solid wall of so-called writer’s block.
I tried to maintain some sort of creative energy via reading and watching several movies, but I was guilt-ridden that I wasn’t writing anything new for Julius. The problem was that a part of me did not want to scrap what I had already written despite it wasn’t working at all for the story. But yesterday, after re-reading the first three chapters of Theodore Draper’s The Roots of American Communism, I realized I had some factual errors that needed to be fixed so I went back to revision mode and then KAPOW! An epiphany: Stop holding on to material that doesn’t work at all for the story.
Many writers argue that writer’s block doesn’t exist that it’s used an excuse to not work. After much thought about this, I have to agree. Although I said right in that first paragraph that my cold and flu brought on a side case of writer’s block, the truth was that I didn’t feel well enough to write, and I was feeling lazy, and I was harboring the idea that I could somehow finesse what I previously wrote through revisions and not have to throw it out.But that wasn’t the case, and once you admit yourself that what you wrote isn’t moving the story forward and you can say so long to all those chapters that’s when the so-called writer’s block magically disappears. It’s actually very liberating.
So now that I’ve come to this realization, I’m happy with the idea of starting over, and I have several new ideas that make much more sense for the story. And now it’s time to mush on forward. I have a book to finish.