When people find out I’m a writer, their first question is usually if my stories are based on my life. Next, they want to know about Writer’s Block.
“How do you deal with writer’s block?”
“What do you do if you don’t have any ideas?”
I never quite know how to answer this so that I don’t come across like a complete asshole, but the truth is that I don’t get writer’s block. It’s not that I’m immune to the disease or anything. It’s not like I don’t get frustrated or distracted when I write. Laundry anyone? Filling the bird feeder should be top priority, right?
I get hungry, distracted, antsy, but I don’t get “Writer’s Block.”
I get “Writer’s Open Road.”
I don’t ever open a dusty drawer in my mind and find it blocked. Nope, it’s full. Too full. I don’t have the problem of no ideas. I have the problem of too many ideas.
Maybe that’s worse. Because when you have too many ideas, anything is possible.
Should the heroine fall in love with the sexy surfer, or the cultured business man? Like a choose your own adventure novel, my mind could go either place.
I create backstories for every character I write. I know their grandparents’ names, how they like their coffee (some can’t stand the stuff), and what color their childhood bedroom was painted.
I’m usually reading three books at once, and it is hard for me to stick with one Work In Progress at a time. I am currently working on one novel, a short story, and a mythical novella set on a hidden island inhabited by gods.
See? I have way too much stuff going on up in that spinning head of mine. Sometimes I wish I had a little bit of writer’s block just to filter out the crazy ideas, but then again, maybe an open road is better than a closed road.