I talked to a writer the other day who mentioned that he’d never had writer’s block. He said that he writes down what he sees in his head–no more, no less. Sometimes, it is only a few hundred words. Sometimes, it is more, but once the scene is done, he quits for the day, hence no writer’s block. The word count all depending on the scene up there in his gray matter. I asked him if the scenes in his head happened in the right sequence, ie. A happens, then B, C, D, etc until Z is reached and he types, The End. “That’s the way the story wants to be told,” he said. Yeah, about that.

Most writers don’t have the luxury of simply writing a few words a day. Yeah, yeah, don’t look at me. I’ve been stalling Ariel’s Dang Book for almost 2 years now. Trust me, I have considered dropping it and going with other projects that are close to being finished just so I can get something published. Self-publishing is like academia: Publish or die on the vine! The Universe dropped this into the inbox not long ago and I’ve been giving it a lot of thought. Everything else I’ve tried as resulted in zero inspiration.

If you frequently give yourself permission to doodle, wonder, and be totally unproductive, Silver, and you actually relish such interludes, I can guarantee that your genius, creativity, and productivity will increase exponentially.

I’ve seen it happen a billion times.

Through the roof,
The Universe
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P.S. Operative words, Silver, were frequently, permission, and relish; does not work with stingily, regret, and guilt.

Have I mentioned that writers spend waaaay too much time in our heads and it’s not in our imaginations. Nope, it’s in those dark nook and crannies where self-doubt, imposter syndrome, and “nobody reads my stuff anyway” crouch and wait for opportune moments to spring out and bite us in the arse. So, I’m going to give the Universe’s way a try. I’ll doodle, wonder, and won’t hassle myself for being unproductive. I’ll do other things. The will and drive will come back. And as it does, I’ll write words, a few at a time, or chapters. I’m too old to freak out over this stuff. What will be will be. And yes, I do hear Doris Day singing que sera, sera in my head.