Throughout my career, I've experienced periodic writer's block, the
same as many of my fellow authors. What interests me most about the phenomenon
is the commonalities–symptoms and cures. I actually experienced a pretty severe
block while I was working on my first draft of The Mating Game. Only then the book was titled "Heart of the
Wolf".
Somehow, my own frustration became a source of inspiration as the
hero, Zachary Hunter, a crime thriller author, copes with a severe case of
writer's block. As the story begins, the heroine finds him on her front
porch wearing nothing but an hideous orange dress...
“Oh, yes.” A smile
blossomed on her lips and she giggled at long last. “Are you going to tell me
how you wound up on my front porch in a dress?”
Zach cocked his head and
sighed. “I went running in the woods last night to clear my head.”
Theresa stared with an
arched brow. “Writer’s block again?”
“I haven’t written a word
in days.”
As the story progresses, Zach experiences Blank
Page Syndrome.
The pristine white page of Zach’s
word processor formed a literary desert across the computer screen. He started
a sentence, reworded it, and reworked it again. He composed a second sentence,
left it incomplete, and began the third. In the end, he deleted the entire
paragraph and returned to staring at the blank page.
He discusses his plot with his editor...
“I said,” she gritted out,
“that I don’t buy Wesley’s actions in chapter twelve. Frankly, I feel it’s out
of character for him to shoot McTavish, especially considering how long they’ve
been friends…”
And the heroine...
“Theresa, the woman had the
nerve to tell me that Wesley can’t shoot McTavish because it’s not in
character.” He sprang to his feet, his outrage fueling a violent gesticulation
of his arms.
Theresa gasped. “Wesley
shot McTavish?”
“Yes.” His brow knit and
confusion replaced some of his outrage. Absently, Zach removed his cuff links
and set them on the dresser. Then he unbuttoned the remaining buttons on his
shirt and shed the garment.
Theresa sputtered. “Oh,
Zach, no. Wesley can’t shoot McTavish! They’re partners. They’re like brothers.
It wouldn’t be right.”
And the heroine's six-year-old daughter...
Isabel
pouted but pursued it no further. Eventually, she asked, “Have you figured out
who
killed the taxi driver yet?”
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He
grunted. “I think so.” Then, “No, I’ve no bloody idea.”
“I think
it was his wife.”
Zach
stared at the girl’s dark mane of hair as it lifted from her shoulders. He
waited until she swung back and asked, “How do you figure?”
“Because,
it’s always the wife or husband. You told me so yourself. It was the wife in
your last book—Abandon All Hope.”
And eventually he does break the block! Yeah!
Theresa stepped out of his
way, coming to a stop beside Zach. She glanced at his fingers, which hung
suspended above the keyboard. She could almost see the river of words rushing
through his head. He chased the wording of a sentence, tossing various
phrasings through his thoughts, and then made his choice. His fingers flew
again.
Robert waited and watched,
expecting a response.
Theresa’s finger poked his
bicep. “Zach!”
He stopped typing and
glanced up. “Sorry, I finally broke through my writer’s block.”
“That much is obvious,”
Theresa said with an arched brow.
So there you go. Writer's block doesn't have to be endured alone. You can share your misery with your characters. :-)
I love your idea of sharing writer's misery with characters.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kayden! :-)
DeleteGreat example, Melissa. I haven't written a writer as main character, but you've done a remarkable job of conveying our angst.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Caroline! This post brought back some memories for me! I have to wince as I recall writing about writer's block in a bid to be rid of it. LOL
DeleteLove your post! Might be fun to just to this as an added bonus for readers and content for the website!
ReplyDeleteSydney,
DeleteThanks, that's a great suggestion. I might just go ahead and do that. :-)