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Writer's Wednesday- For those of you who are new to the blog, or have forgotten about Writer's Wednesday due to my recent absence, I wanted to reintroduce this segment. Every Wednesday I blog about the writer's soul. I have no intention of covering matters of character development, plot arcs, grammar, formatting manuscripts for agents etc etc because there are half a billion far more worthy writers than myself who are already blogging on these topics. Writer's Wednesday offers my thoughts on the very real inner struggles and joys of being a writer. If you are not a writer you might find that what I'm really talking about are the struggles and joys of life.
Writer's Wednesday- Open Eyes.
Until recently I have to admit that I secretly scoffed at those who said they had writer's block. I didn't actually believe that a writer couldn't write. Maybe they didn't want to write and just hadn't gotten around to admitting it to themselves because they were merely afraid to fail or perhaps to succeed.
And then my winter came.
It crept in the backdoor making me shiver. A cold thing in my heart that created a desert where once the words flowed.
I could not write.
Looking back there were many reasons for the desert. I thought I wasn't going to name the specific reason, but now I'm writing this perhaps the post will be more meaningful if I be honest and name it.
So, here it is.
A manuscript of mine was rejected by someone I really wanted to work with. The was the start of things, but it wasn't so much the rejection of the book as it was me. You see my book was a memoir. Such books are incredibly hard to get noticed in the first place, and I felt blessed that it drew the attention that it did. And then it was rejected. People say don't take that personally and I agree. You shouldn't.
The wonderful agent who rejected me was right to do so. The book will benefit from her advise. That did nothing to take away the sting rejection. Having come from a brutal childhood, rejection was a festering wound I had covered over.... until my book was rejected.
At first I didn't want to write. When I got over that bad attitude I sat down to write and found that something inside had broken. There were no more words. I doubted my ability. I wrote one or two words and deleted them. I sat and started at the screen. And after two months (yes, two months) of that I finally went and saw someone about it. Together we discovered the root of my problem. I wasn't dealing with those old wounds of rejection from long ago.
Writer's block is real people. And now I think it's beautiful. If it had not caused me to stop and open my eyes I might have missed to opportunity to deal with a much deeper issue.
So, I gently encourage writers who find themselves blocked to stop with their eyes wide open. A block is a stop sign, a warning, a chance to slow down and step back and perhaps ask yourself, "What am I not seeing?"
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