You may have noticed that in the last three months I haven't posted much. That's not for a lack of ideas. On the contrary, I have a whole bank of posts just sitting there in my brain trying to fight their way out. But they're scared.
As a writer, when you have an idea that you're really excited about, you want to get it right (like my Meat Loaf post, that didn't come out the way I wanted it to). Now, all writers know that you rarely get something right the first time. In fact, this blog is one of the ways I try to remove that pressure from myself. I know that my blog doesn't feature my best writing, but it does represent some of my freest writing -- and some of the most fun I have writing. In fact, I started it because the writing I was doing at work wasn't scratching my creative itch AT ALL.
So I started blogging about horror movies I watched, weird books I read, songs I think you'll like, etc. Just writing to get my yah-yahs out. I've purposefully not wanted to ever make a dime of income from my blog because it would take some of the fun away and add unwanted pressure. I don't want to worry whether my VERY small audience likes what I write, or if that audience is growing, or if a certain post would earn me five cents or 10 cents.
Don't get me wrong. Like any artist or performer, writers like to be read. At least, I do. It completes the circle of catharsis to know that someone consumed my words or sentiments. Writing by itself offers some satisfaction, but having it read is even more satisfying. I don't know why. My youngest sister asked me a couple years ago why I want to write and post my words to be read unknowingly by complete strangers. I genuinely didn't have an answer for her.
|This picture has nothing to do with this post, Just something to keep you entertained through my brain dump.|
Back to my original point about my writer's block...
What I've found is that all it takes is one blog post or one short story getting hung up in my brain, and for some reason it holds up all of the others behind it. I don't know if it's acting like an accident on the freeway, and everyone behind it has to wait until the wreckage is cleared up, or if it acts more like group paranoia, where all of my other ideas see the fear that my one idea is having, so they all join in and hold each other back.
Either way, I think this block began back in March or April when I finished reading a book called "Starship Troopers." I didn't really know what I thought about it, and I was really struggling with the notion of how to review it. The longer I waited, the harder it was to write about, but I felt like I couldn't move forward until I reviewed it. Now I have a backlog of book reviews I need to get out, but in the process, this building pressure has made ANY post harder to publish and any creative writing more labored.
All I know is, I think the only way to break this dry spell on the blog is to get a post -- any post -- out. Warm up the writing sinews again and trust that there will be some muscle memory in the act.
So, we come to this post -- again -- which is an exercise. I'm reminding myself that I like to write, and I like to post. It's not really hard, I just have do do it. Ahhh... this is feeling better. Stay tuned for a review of the book (not the movie) "Starship Troopers" with reviews on "The Lost World," "The Screwtape Letters," and "Blitz Kids" to follow, intermingled with more Get-It-Yesterday Song recommendations, maxims, and "the other random things that rattle around my head."
Enjoy (sort of):