Like most artforms, writing rarely comes automatically to most people. Oh, most of us, especially the web-savvy ones, are happy to write thousands of words a week in emails, blogs, forum posts and other sorts of electronic communication. But tell us to sit down and write a story, and suddenly, our brains shut down. The words stop flowing. We fidget. We sit idly, tapping the desk top. We get up and make a cup of coffee, or get a snack, then sit down again. A moment later, we hop back out of the chair, and go start some laundry. Now the dog needs a walk. The floor needs to be scrubbed. Dishes need to be washed and put away. We desperately need to call that friend we haven’t spoken to in five years….
In short, we procrastinate. Rather than face that blank screen, or a blank sheet of paper, we turn away and find something, anything, else to do other than write.
It can turn into a painful process, involving guilt, frustration, anger, anguish and fear, along with a host of other negative emotions and effects. Our self-esteem plummets. Then, the Inner Critic (IC) enters on the scene…
It doesn’t matter whether your IC voice is male or female, single or a horde, a whisper or a shrill scream. The monologue typically goes like this:
“Who do you think you are? You are a no-talent hack, who can’t even write believable dialogue. You know nothing about your subject, and your characters are all wooden and lifeless. You’ll never finish this piece of inane drivel, so why are you wasting your time? You suck, so just quit now.”
Tell your IC this from me:
“I may suck at this, but I’m going to do it anyway. I enjoy it, and you won’t stop me. So, just shut up and go play on the freeway!”
Here is what Marianne Williamson (later quoted by Nelson Mandela) has to say about fear:
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light and not our darkness which most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn’t serve the world. There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone! And as we let our own light shine we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. And as we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others!”
And this is from the Bene Gesserit Litany Against Fear from Dune by Frank Herbert:
“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”
So, now that you know that you are powerful, talented and wonderful, and that you will survive after you pass through the fear, sit down. In the chair. In front of the computer, or with a pen and notebook. And write. Your story.
Begin wherever you are, wherever your mind takes you. Need to describe a character? Write a scene to do so. Need a plot point? Write some ideas. Need to figure out a motivation? Interview the character, on “paper” (the real thing, or the electronic version), and ask some questions. The main thing is, get started. Write something.
And once you get started, amazing things begin to happen. Your plot begins to unfold. Your characters begin to speak to you, telling their stories. Your world begins to take shape and awaken. Your muse begins to whisper in your ear. Or maybe she’s screaming at you. Sometimes she’s like that. Mine often bashes me in the head while I’m sleeping, and carries on with the beating until I get up and write down the idea.
Feed your muse with your interest, your desire. She longs to take you where you wish to go. But you have to take the first step. She can’t push you out the door, but she can pull you along the path, once you’re outside your comfy little corner of reality. She might not take you where you expect to go, but it will be worth the journey.
Trust me. Would I lie to you?