15 February 2012

I Am Stuck

The Shining
I am stuck on one of my characters. He is an integral part to the plot and I have to get his story out, but it’s just not coming to me. I feel as if I cannot go on with the rest of my book until I hammer this out. And once I do, I will have to go back and re-tool everything. I am blocked, stalled, annoyed, irritable. I need a break, but I have children. There is no break for a few years. And now we’re in the last stretch of winter, which is a psychological slog no matter how much snow is or isn’t on the ground. All the coffee in the world isn’t going to save me. I just have to eke this out, word by painful word.

Perhaps this is one reason why I had such a visceral reaction to “The Paris Wife” the other week. I read all about how Hemmingway needed all this space and booze and fresh air and inspiration or he just couldn’t write. He had a private cottage he’d go off to every day. He was always booking wild vacations, getting tanked and being intellectual and existential with other lofty folks who all managed to shirk responsibility in the name of their art. Only then was he truly free to write his great American novel(s).

Well up yours, Earnest, you big p*ssy.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

James Joyce wrote Ulysses in a cramped apt in Paris with his two young kids certainly causing havok. The novel is generally considered the best novel ever written.

Toni Morrison was a single mom with 3 kids. She woke up every morning at 5 to do her writing. She won the novel prize for literature.


How bad do you want it?
How bad do you want it?

misshum22 said...

Ha ha! Well, I can assure you I am no award winner. The next great novel will not come from me and I am fine with that. Frankly, I don't "want it" that bad, but I am compelled to do it. Does that make sense? I will do it because I have to. Thanks for the push -

Anonymous said...

You are not an award winner. Yet!

Hang in there and keep writing!