Lately I’ve been feeling like Jack Torrance (Jack Nicholson’s character in The Shining). I’ve been caught in a quagmire, alternating between cabin fever and writer’s block and teetering on the brink of insanity. How many times have I come to this computer with the intention of writing something – anything - only to find myself being drawn to Facebook, trying to beat my high score on Jungle Jewels? That game is dangerously addictive, by the way. For someone whose ultimate goal in life is to become a novelist, having writer’s block is akin to an opera singer with laryngitis. The words are there, but nothing is coming out.
One of my problems is that I’m forever in a state of procrastination. Everything in due time. 3 weeks later and I’m wondering what the heck happened. Where did the time go? Now I’m panicking. Exactly what was it I was supposed to be doing anyway? It’s not easy being me.
I usually don’t make New Year’s resolution, but this year I feel I must. I have to start making everything just a little more urgent. I’m sure I could beat this writer’s block if I felt I was running out of time and had to get something written yesterday. Of course if someone were to dangle a million dollars over my head, you can bet I would be a published author before the ball drops in Times Square this year.
So once again, I commit myself to writing my book and keeping this blog updated every day. I know you’re thinking, empty promises. The only thing I can do is show and prove. After all, as the saying goes, “the definition of insanity is always doing the same thing and expecting different results.” If I’m not even doing anything (in this case writing), what results, if any, can I really expect?
