One of the hardest things about writing, for me, is that it makes me face my strengths and weaknesses without the benefit of ‘because’.
This week has been a really hard slog, and there is nothing I can say that does anything to make it any more effective. In fact, the last blog post ‘In the Village’ was written about four days before I got it onto the blog, which was two days after I wanted to get it into the Internet. This post is making its initial draft as I wait for another early morning appointment.
So, as I write this, I admit that I have let the world get away from me this week. And I admit that a good part of it is because I don’t have a strategy to deal with writing. Until a few days ago, I didn’t even realise I was letting myself off the hook in terms of writing. Now, as another exhausting day stretches before me, the morning unexpectedly cool for summer, I have to do something about it. I need to take my own advice and do something small.
That’s the thing about changing your approach to creativity, I guess, it’s hard to look at yourself and your process analytically. This is where resources might come in handy, and I will confess to having a yearning to dig out my rather extensive post-it-note collection. For me, I’ve found that the need for stationary is a good indication that I’m trying to organise myself to give me creative mental space. But I also know that I need to talk to people about the plot I’m working on, and the ones that are waiting in the wings. Just like I know that getting one small thing done or started will give me the first tiny bit of momentum, I know that there are little things I need to do to break hard down into doable pieces.
So I’ve made a time to have lunch with someone I know who can plot, and I’m going to start with the hardest hong about a new project. I’m going to open a new word document, name the thing, and stare blankly at it for a while before writing the dreaded first sentence. Start small. One word put after another makes a sentences. Start small.
Even the biggest castle was built a stone at a time.