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How to get over writer’s block

I use that headline strategically so all the blocked writers out there will find my page when they are Googling “writer’s block.” If you are a writer who has never Googled “writer’s block,” then you are also a liar, like the Don Juans who say they have never looked up sex tips online, or the promiscuous women who say they have never Googled “itchy vagina.”

I am not 100% confident that I am actually over my writer’s block, but here is how I’ve been psyching myself up to work on the novel again.

1. I finally came to grips with the fact that books do not get written in my sleep. I actually have dreams now where I am revising Chapter Two, and I am doing an awesome job. This is like when Darren dreams that he has designed a new CSS layout for WordPress, and he wakes up all excited. Don’t count on doing your best work while you’re sleeping. Now you are freed up to focus on the daytime, which brings me to number two.

2. Write in the morning instead of “after lunch,” “after this nap,” “after these four glasses of wine,” or “after I finish this inspirational book about writing.” Even if you don’t consider yourself a morning person, I think it’s great for morale to write first thing after breakfast. You feel like you accomplished your day’s literary work, and then the pressure is off so you are more likely to keep writing later in the day, guilt-free. Your boss will understand that you have to show up a few hours late to the office.

3. Don’t kill your morning blogging about writer’s block when you should be concentrating on conquering it.

4. Opening and closing the refrigerator does not a novel write.

5. Remember that you are not lazy; you are a tortured artist. Unless the converse works better for your productivity, in which case stop being so pretentious and get to work. I personally go back and forth. I either can’t write because I’m so complicated and angstful, and that makes me watch nature documentaries about amphibious monkeys in the middle of the afternoon, or I can’t write because I’m such an undisciplined, lousy, untalented person, and those swimming monkeys are irresistible to my lower animal brain. Maybe there should be something in between these extremes, like “I’m okay, you’re okay, let’s write a book.”

6. Remember that other people consider you a writer if you’re sitting at your computer typing out words. That’s all it takes. Don’t you want other people to think you’re a writer? Don’t you care what other people think of you?

7. Write in public. Find an anonymous coffee shop and write there. It is important to get out of your house and turn your laptop monitor towards other people so you will be shamed out of looking at the usual websites and you will focus instead on your Word document. Being away from the neighborhood of your kitchen, couch, and bed – the devil’s playground – is worth the $2 you will have to pay for a beverage. You will also feel like you are part of a community. Just don’t be one of those annoying coffee shop writers who is always looking around the room for inspiration so other customers can’t help but fear they’re being written into someone’s bad poetry.

8. When I’m especially blocked, I like to think about all the olden-timey writers who had to work by candlelight and who didn’t have indoor plumbing and who ran the risk of their only manuscript getting burned in a house fire and who didn’t have the incentive of a million dollar, three-book deal from Random House to keep them going. They also lacked our luxurious life spans, so we have no excuse to be less prolific than them. No excuse. Did Chaucer take breaks to pluck his eyebrows? No, and neither will you.

9. You are going to die one day and leave nothing but bones, unless you keep writing and then you will leave bones and a jump drive.

I am in the middle of all these books, and getting overwhelmed

I like them all, and it is my and not the authors’ failure that I have not finished them. But the stack is getting taller and I keep going to the library and I keep going on Amazon.com and now I have birthday gift certificates to spend. New books are constantly coming into my life and distracting me. What should I concentrate on?

Martin Amis – Experience: A Memoir

Saul Bellow – The Adventures of Augie March

Charles Baxter – Burning Down the House: Essays on Fiction

Daniel Amen, MD – Change Your Brain, Change Your Life

Marisha Pessl – Special Topics in Calamity Physics

Walter Kaufmann – Nietzsche: Philosopher, Psychologist, Antichrist

David L. Holmes – The Faiths of the Founding Fathers

T.C. Boyle – If the River Was Whiskey

Don DeLillo – End Zone

Daniel J. Meador – Unforgotten

Virginia Woolf – To the Lighthouse

I feel like right now changing my brain and changing my life are priorities, even though I usually don’t buy into self help. And then I also have this Jehovah’s Witness pamphlet to read – Would You Like to Know More about the Bible?

Libras love sitting on fences

Tonight I reread the first five chapters of my novel after a two-month sabbatical. During my vacation I had convinced myself that I needed to scrap the whole thing and start over, so I was pleased to find that it wasn’t QUITE as bad as I remembered. However it still needs loads of work, mainly in the character development, plot, narrative, point of view, and literary spheres. But I think it’s a decent draft. All the crucial elements are there – lesbian lovers, shark attacks, fast food. But really it’s an old-fashioned coming of age story, with some mock existentialism thrown in for good measure. I hear that most novels don’t get finished. I think I’m at the stage now where I could say goodbye and just take an incomplete. But I don’t want to do that. Things get done when you force them a little bit more every day. I will get over this hump. I was supposed to be a published novelist by tomorrow, my 27th birthday, but I have never done things on time. Just ask any of my college professors. Wish me luck and happy birthday. Usually I ask for neither because then I can go about feeling sorry for myself, but not this time. This time I will fill up the paper and blow out the candles and by the 25th of September next year, I will be at least 100 more motivational blog speeches into my first great novel.

Bad writing is killing the planet

I am allowed to write up to 50 pages to submit to my fiction class on Wednesday night. That comes to 15 bundles of 50 pages. That’s 450 pieces of paper, although to be fair I’ll probably print double-sided, so that’s 225 pages. But every student is going to submit 50 pages this semester, which comes to at least 3375 pieces of paper. Not to mention all the stories we will print out from the internet for classroom assignments. Will any of these pages be recycled? Not many. And God forbid any of us get published – then we’ll just add exponentially to the pages of our prose that are read and thrown away. Good thing all those rejection letters are written on 1/2 page sheets of paper.

By doing some light math, I am accomplishing two goals. I am procrastinating from doing my homework, and I am forced to make the logical conclusion that I am saving the world by keeping most of my words in digital format. Long live the blog, the baby footprint of bad writing.

Books I’ve liked recently

E.M. Forster – Room with a View

Philip Roth – The Human Stain, The Ghost Writer

James Joyce – The Dead

Jared Diamond – Collapse, Guns Germs & Steel

Meg Wolitzer – The Wife

Neil Strauss – The Game

A.M. Homes – The Safety of Objects

F. Scott Fitzgerald – The Great Gatsby

Martin Amis – The Information

Muriel Spark – The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie

Stacey Richter – My Date with Satan

Bill Bryson – A Short History of Nearly Everything

Deborah Eisenberg – Twilight of the Superheroes

Audrey Niffenegger – The Time Traveler’s Wife

J.K. Rowling – Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

The Wife, Part 2

Just finished Meg Wolitzer’s The Wife, and I loved it. It’s not only written in strong, muscular, and beautiful prose so transparent that you can see Wolitzer’s images in your mind’s eye, but it’s also a great story, full of depth and ideas. It has surprises and non-surprises, depictions of gender that resonate as true and some that don’t quite seem fair, and it is layered with contradictions, but the book gives the reader a lot to think about. I want to do a post soon on “feminine” versus “masculine” writing, an issue that Wolitzer explores in her book, but it is very late and I want to sleep on the novel for tonight. Ms. Wolitzer seems like a novelist that “owns the world” (in her words).

A few weeks ago I told myself that I wouldn’t read another novel about a novelist for a long time, but this one snuck up on me.

The Wife

Today I started reading The Wife by Meg Wolitzer. So far it’s great. Almost too great. Sometimes I don’t trust contemporary books that are so well-written. Sometimes I doubt that they can be meaningful as well. There are good novels, where you sit back and say “Wow, great sentence” over and over again. Or “This girl must have an MFA from a prestigious NYC grad program or a history of winning writing competitions in lit journals.” And then there are novels that are so good the writing becomes invisible, and all you see is story. I will let you know what I think at the end.

Update on the end.

Stephen King on Harry Potter

Stephen King made a great career choice when he started writing a column for Entertainment Weekly. I find him so likable and savvy in his pieces (when I remember to read them). I especially liked this column – The Last Word on Harry Potter. Among other things, King talks about how Rowling’s talent as a writer has evolved in tandem with the fictional growth of her characters. And it’s true – the writing in The Deathly Hallows is worlds better than in The Sorcerer’s Stone. I disagree that Rowling is now on par with Martin Amis – he’s amazing in a totally different way – but yeah, it will be interesting to see what she does next with her newfound talent and public following. I’d like to see her abandon Harry and try something more literary and experimental. Or maybe not. Does the world need another MFA-program-type writer? Lastly, this is a funny Onion article – Final Harry Potter Book Blasted for Containing Spoilers. NO MORE BLOGS ABOUT HARRY POTTER.

Rejection Letters

Now that I am finally sending out some of my work, I am surprised that my fragile ego can handle rejection. Because the rejection letters from lit journals and magazines haven’t been completely crushing me, I wonder why I didn’t start sending out my stories earlier. Here is the cover letter I sent to McSweeney’s a month ago, and their rejection letter that arrived in my mailbox today:

MY LETTER

Dear Mr. McSweeney,

I am writing with a romantic inquiry.

I am certain that my extraordinary first novel, entitled The Existential Diet, will be published to great acclaim. Furthermore I assure you that not only am I a gifted writer, I am also an attractive woman in my mid 20’s and I know that my face will light up the book jacket. However I fear that my future publisher will select a shade of pink or teal to color said book jacket. Because my novel explores weight (gain and loss), celebrities (blonde and brunette), and love affairs (lesbian and otherwise), and because I happen to be young, carefree, and good-looking, I suspect that I will be unfairly targeted as a writer of so-called Chick Lit.

I have thought deeply about this matter, in between counting calories and writing in my diary, and I have come up with a solution to my problem. When I assessed the romantic status of popular Chick Lit authors, I found that they, much like their books’ heroines, are unlucky in love. I came to the conclusion that if I were to become lucky in love, then perhaps my debut novel would be treated with a more literary, earth-toned amount of respect.

Mr. McSweeney, I am not proposing marriage, or even an exclusive commitment. I am looking for a relationship somewhere between flirty office emails and spooning to sleep on a nightly basis, something befitting your reputation as a gentleman and mine as a talented and physically stunning young author. The advantages of this arrangement will by no means be one-sided. I ask you to think of the attention you will get, walking into your next literary salon with me grafted firmly to your side.

Thank you for your consideration of this matter. I will patiently await your response, to be mailed to me at your leisure in the enclosed self-addressed stamped envelope, sprayed liberally with my perfume.

Sincerely,

Wistar Watts Murray

REJECTION LETTER

Dear Witstar Watts Murray,

Many thanks for your recent submission ‘The Existential Diet!’

Unfortunately, due to the large amount of manuscripts we receive and small amount we can annually publish, we are unable to take your work further.

Mr. McSweeney’s was tempted by your romantic proposition but alas, he is already taken.

Again, thanking you for letting us read your writing.

Kind regards,

X

Unusual Deaths

When I was a kid, I fell in love with a book called The Grim Reaper’s Book of Days which chronicled extraordinary and gruesome historical deaths in great detail for every day of the year, including your birthday. Tonight StumbleUpon showed me this Wikipedia site about unusual deaths. These lists favor ironical, horrific, comic, and bizarre accidental deaths. I find them fascinating, because I don’t have enough to worry about. If I died tomorrow, I would probably make the list. “Blogger blogs about dying and bites it the day after her post.” Maybe I won’t leave the house.

“2002: Richard Sumner, a British artist suffering from schizophrenia, disappeared and was not located again until three years later when his skeleton was discovered handcuffed to a tree in a remote forest in Wales. Police investigators determined the death was a suicide, with Sumner securing himself in the handcuffs and throwing the keys out of reach.”