Unblocked
January 19th, 2009
I don’t get writer’s block. Sitting down with a notebook in front of me, I wait a few minutes and the ideas begin to flow. It doesn’t matter what time of day, as long as I have enough coffee. If I’m rested, the thoughts come. Llewelyn opens his mouth and the ink begins to flow. If anything, I have the opposite problem. Lying in bed after midnight, it is difficult to shut my mind off, creating that irritating situation in which I’m constantly turning on the light to scribble on Post-Its. The next morning, I’m left trying to decypher what I scribbled at midnight.
What I am conscious of is exhaustion after turning out a certain number of pages. My senses are dull and my brain overstrained. Going to a Starbucks doesn’t help, either. I’m incapable at that point of making a decision. What I need is another kind of stimulus. A good movie (lately, I’m rewatching all the Bogie and Bacall films), a good book (currently Inspector Faro’s Casebook by Alanna Knight), or even a good television show (Tim Hutton’s “Leverage,” a guilty pleasure), and it soon sets me right again. Before you know it, it’s one a.m. and I’m scribbling ideas for the next chapter, which will give me eyestrain tomorrow morning.
Cheerio,
Will
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