“The time has come, the walrus said, to talk of many things.
Of ships and shoes and sealing wax,
And cabbages and kings.
“And why the sea is boiling hot
And whether pigs have wings.
“Calloo, Callay, No work today,
“We’re cabbages and kings!”
Have you ever noticed that as writers we measure our time not in minutes but in word count? Or when we think about time at all, it’s to count the number of days that have passed since we pressed “send” on that submission?
Yeah, writers are a strange bunch of people. An eclectic group of folks from all walks of life with a common thread that binds us together: the love of writing.
Maybe you’ve wondered how I’ve been coping since the bout of writer’s block that took over my February. Maybe you haven’t. I’ll tell you anyway. Why? Because I’m excited about this WIP.
I’ve come out of the slump and am now happily working on Chapter 6 of my dragon book. It’s currently sitting at 22K words. I’ve also plotted out a bit of a new novella I want to write.
I often wonder if other writers ever feel on top of the world one moment then like you’re eating dirt the next. That’s how I’m feeling at the moment. Yes, I love the book I’m writing. I’m excited to be writing it. Yet all around me people are announcing on the social networking sites about where they’re located on various best seller lists, how many book sales they had last month, what new multiple book deal they just inked—for print books, no less.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m happy for these folks. I’m just wondering when (or if) these wonderful things will happen to me. When will it be my turn so that all of this hard work will suddenly make sense? I try really hard not to think about stuff like this and let it distract me from my goals. Some days I’m more successful than others. 🙂
So, writers out there, please weigh in on this subject. How do you beat back the blues and chuck the niggling threads of jealousy to continue on your own walk along the path to publication? What tricks of the trade do you employ so you don’t go crazy thinking about this stuff? How do you not let self-doubt try to destroy your love of writing?
Because that’s why I really do it. For the love of the story. Until then, I’ll just put my head down and continue to write this book. That’s all I can do while I mark the time with words.