Writer’s Block sucks. In an equally frustrating way as waiting for a sneeze. But it sucks, of course, only for a writer. That is why they don’t just call it Block – because a non-writer isn’t going to mind if she has not written anything of quality in several months. In fact, it’s unlikely to even cross her mind. So I suppose in some way a good case of WB confirms both your greatest aspirations and your biggest fears – that you are afterall, truly a writer.
What it doesn’t do however, is produce anything. So if you have just confirmed both that you thrive on writing AND that you are consistently and irritatingly NOT writing – the only conclusion to be drawn is that something must change! So this is the answer – a written angioplasty. A procedure to remove the blockage!
The method has already been proven. Dolly Parton wrote (and still writes) at least one song every day. Sometimes, they are going to be silly, sometimes they’re going to suck, but every once in a while you’re going to write a hit. Let’s say that there are odds to hit-writing – like, 1 in 30. If you write only when inspiration strikes (and we all know how often that occurs) it will take, what, 47 years to write enough songs to make your first Greatest Hits album? But if you write at least once every day, you can produce enough No 1’s to line both of your 40-foot tour buses with Grammy’s – and in only about half the time. (Note: I don’t recommend double checking the math on those numbers – they are long, complicated equations that involve the square root symbol, probably). Regardless, the conclusion is that skill and chance both improve with frequency. And in addition, perhaps it also lowers the pressure to write something good. Instead, the goal is just to write.
I have no quality control here. Frequently, I wince while hitting “publish,” knowing I am sending something out into the world that I don’t feel is good enough. But, “good enough” is pressure, and pressure (unless you are a lump of coal) rarely produces art. I can write bad poems all day long, (in fact, often times I do)! But when those pieces take on space that is greater than the crumpled pages of my sketchbooks… well, we still don’t have good poetry, but I do have evidence. Over the past few years, despite some setbacks (like the web designer from hell who cost me not only several hundred dollars but also several poems and my entire database of followers (p.s. feel free to sign up again!) and the occasional sabbatical, this site has become a written scrapbook of the most important things I have experienced. So I suppose then, this is no longer just the angioplasty. It’s the whole dang medical chart!