Today was the second day of my mandatory writing exercise. I’ve been telling myself that it was writer’s block to blame for my six week abstention from writing and that someday, when the inspiration hit me, I would open up my laptop and words coated with fairy dust and slathered in awesome sauce would spew forth to the sound of angels singing
This isn’t how reality works. Maybe for some authors this is how it happens, but for the rest of us, we have to start writing whether we feel the divine force or not.
As predicted, writing has already gotten a little bit easier. Tonight I wrote 1500 words, three times as much as I wrote last night. Instead of hating every word I wrote with the heat of a thousand suns, I simply wrote. Sure, I feel that I’m going to need to do extensive editing and revisions, but I was able to get more into the story I wanted to tell and spend less time fussing about the word quality.
I will post again tomorrow and let you know if this trend continues. If there is a lesson to be learned from this, only two days into the experiment, is that the only way to write is to write. Any reason that gets between you and writing is an excuse and a challenge you can overcome.