I’ve hit a writing slump. Woah, it has been a long time since I’ve really had to deal with one of these. I mean, sure, I’ve hit a few rough patches, but this one is a bit more serious. I haven’t done any serious writing in about a week.
I think that writer’s block is unavoidable when you are a novice or intermediary writer, but I also believe that it’s something you can train yourself out of, eventually. Honestly, I was beginning to hope that I had trained myself out of it. Some writers I know believe that writing is a little like breathing, in that you have to have time periods where you’re only taking oxygen or ideas in, in order to have periods where you’re pumping work out. I don’t think that’s the issue. I still have ideas. I have plenty of ideas, but whenever I try to put them down I feel like man with numb hands trying to juggle chainsaws.
In times like these, I don’t usually focus on my big projects. Those are too important to stumble through when I’m like this. Instead I search for some idea, some thought that holds even the faintest bit of appeal and start working through that. What I produce usually isn’t any good, but I save the stories anyway to go back through later, to see if I put anything out that actually resonates with me when I’m in a writing frame of mind.
Also, as I’ve said before and will undoubtedly say again, the better you do pushing through these things when it’s hard, the longer you’ll be able to go, and the more pleased you’ll be with the results, when the writing becomes easy again.
Still, it sucks. Hitting a slump is miserable, and the only things that really make it better are knowing that you’ve gotten through them before, and knowing that other people have suffered from them and got through as well.