I’ve had writers block. I’ve had it for a while.
Of course if you talk to a growing number of writers you’ll know writers block isn’t a thing. I recently heard a successful author, with numerous published titles, talk about writers block. She was of the opinion that it is an excuse, a fantasy ailment, a lie we sooth ourselves with when times are tough.
I don’t entirely disagree with her assertion of this pesky little blight of writing life. Writing is hard, harder than you think. I forget how hard it can be when I am having a good day. When an issue arises however, when my characters begin acting like stubborn children and refusing to do what I need them to, or when every feasible idea for a blog post evaporates into a haze of nonsense and unsubstantiated facts, I remember how hard it can be. I turn to writers block. It defines something tricky and undefinable to others. I can’t write because I have a problem with my writing, if I could define that problem I’d most likely be able to overcome it, but I can’t quite put a finger on it.
“I am struggling with writers block.” This in and of itself isn’t a problem. When writers block is a short hand description for the difficulties a writer is having, isn’t an issue. It is when we writers start telling ourselves that we just have writers block that the problems arise. When we stop working on what the problem is, stop interrogating our characters, stop chasing the trail of our plots; simply tell ourselves we are blocked. It is when writers block stops being short hand and becomes the issue itself.
Making writer block the issues is lazy, however hard the conundrum is. So if we banish writers block from the already endless list of excuses writers can turn to for not cranking out the word count, that fixes the issue, right? I’m not so sure. Using writers block as an excuse isn’t helpful for writers, but equally it didn’t move from descriptor to ailment for no reason. Sometimes you can brainstorm and plot and character profile until the cows come in, the lights fail and you realise you’ve been trying to tackle the block until 3am every day for a week, yet you still don’t have the answer. It is then, in those cold, grey twilight hours that the thing takes on a life of its own and starts to seem like your nemesis.
Maybe we writers need to get a bit better at looking at the bigger picture. During my current block, I’ve worked through all those little tricks and technique, written pages of nonsense, plotted, profiled characters, worked on something new. Nothing has helped; everything I write is flat and lifeless, trailing off into a great abyss of nothingness. I am stuck wallowing in the muddy pit of my block. I’ve been scared, sad, frustrated and angry. It wasn’t until I stopped, took some time out and looked at the bigger picture that it dawned on me. It isn’t writers block, it’s life block. It isn’t just my writing that I am struggling, it is my whole life, my relationships, my home life, my social life are all stifled and strangled by the way I have been feeling. I’ve been scared, sad, frustrated and angry about everything, all the aspects of my life. You can write when you are tired, when you are ill, when you are upset or when you are just having a crappy day. When you are so low that you are struggling to eat, to get out of bed, to function in everyday life, of course you are going to struggle to write. Your writing is being blocked but it isn’t writers block.
Figuring out the difference might not solve the issue. It won’t suddenly free up your writing and allow you to flow as well as you’d like. It isn’t like overcoming a week’s long plot hurdle or finding the driving forces of a challenging character. It will allow you to unstick yourself though. To begin to untangle yourself from the web of self-doubt and to split writers block away from what is going on in the rest of your life. How many writers are stuck with writer’s block, which when you step back, is actually depression or worse? And what does it mean for them when all that is all being focused, unhelpful, on one aspect of their lives, their writing?
I’ve been lucky; I’ve identified the problem away from writing and am working on clearing the issues up. I can feel myself starting to flow already. It’s not always so simple, but unless we start looking at the bigger picture, how can we know if we are making excuses or whether we are truly stuck in the mud?