So, I decided to participate in National Novel Writing Month this year, because my optimism and reality really should finally meet up and have a cup of coffee.
The idea is to write at least 50,000 words in one month. That’s 1666.66666667 words a day.
Here we are on day 2, and I’ve got 620.
And I’m stuck. Just no words. Blech.
What can I do about this? This question isn’t just for fellow writers, but any of my artist friends. If you have a story, a painting, a song to work on, what do you do to get out of the rut? Is the pressure the problem? Do you work better under pressure, or do you freeze up?
I’m keeping it south of the border on the radio today, with the classic ranchera “Una Página Mas,” by Ezequiel Peña. One more page…