Of Daily Desperation (and Doing Diddly-Squat) August 13, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Journal, Novel , 16 commentsOh my Good Lord. I’m having what could be referred to as One Of Them There Bad Days.
I got up at 5.30 to write. But the words were stuck. Completely and utterly stuck. I tried squirting them with WD40 but that didn’t help at all. That crescendo of agony is building, that feeling of having the answer on the tip of your tongue.
“Yes, yes, I know who you mean. Yes, the one with the freckle and one arm shorter than the other who bonked the piano teacher who lived in the house with the wonky chimney. Yes, I know, oh God, what-the-buggering-hell-is their-name?”
Erm, yeah, that kind of feeling. But, when words are stuck on one’s tongue, they tend to fall out eventually through a process of either logical convolution or alcoholic jollity. “Mark, Matthew, yes it definitely begins with an ‘M’… um… Martin… GOT IT! Captain Putridini.” Thank God. The torture is over.
But it doesn’t quite work that way with writing words. My fingers are paralysed. I sit here, for hours, trying to force the words out. They’re all in there, crammed in tightly up to my elbows. I can feel them, I know what they will look like when they finally burst out. But, really, tearing my own toenails out with a pair of rusty pliers would be easier today.
The new Writers’ & Artists’ Yearbook is running a blog competition ‘for anyone who blogs, or who would like to blog, about their writing experiences…’ I somehow doubt that these are the experiences they were hoping for. Oh dear. Where did I put the WD40?
