Tick Tock, Tick Tock
Ah… the waiting game: one of the worst parts of this whole process. I hate waiting. It’s so… passive.
I did get a couple of rejections this week as expected- thank you, Email. I think it’s easier on the querist to be rejected quickly, like ripping off a Band Aid, but there are still some old school agents who won’t let go of the snail mail. Could it be some kind of weak power play, or could it be fear of technology? So many questions….
The most pressing thing on my mind right now is writer’s block because I’m flailing in it. I’ve heard some authors say there’s no such thing and that it’s all in the mind.
Yeah, whatever, people. Aren’t you just too cool?
At the risk of losing my superhero card, some of us mere mortals do stumble about and lose our way from time to time. I know: oh, the shame!
Why does writer’s block happen? I don’t know: life, the universe, everything? The point is that it bites, but every day you keep on trying and eventually move forward. One way of coping is to simply power through and write whatever comes to mind. This may give you type A people a sense of accomplishment, but I bet only fifty percent of the results are even halfway usable. The point is though if it makes you feel productive and empowered then by all means push it, baby. Push it real good.
My crutch of support during such dark times has always been games, particularly poker or RPGs, like Kingdom of Loathing, because they narrow my focus and force me out of my head. That’s the crux of being a fiction writer: you live and die in your own head, there’s no middle ground. Frivolity aside, games are helpful. Games are good. Resist the urge to take yourself too seriously. Play. Play. Play.
This has been a public service announcement.
