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Is It Harder to Be a Novelist or a Screenwriter? (Plus a Brief Meditation on How Being a Writer Should be Like Smoking Cigars.)
Lately, my novelist friends and I have been talking about finding other jobs because the publishing business is so rocky
Many writers think that best ideas will come to them when they readily sit at their desks. Ferris Jabr in The New Yorker
Prior to getting on this flight, I had just sent an essay to my editor; the first essay that I had written and sought to
Whatever the writing task, you may be facing a tight deadline and the last thing you need is writer's block -- that crippling feeling that nothing you write is right. Or worse, staring at the page or screen when nothing at all seems to flow from your brain to the screen.
Quitting gave me what I needed to feel healthy again; it gave me the distance from what (and who) was unhealthy for me. I needed to enjoy writing again without the self-imposed pressure to publish with a leading agent.
There is a lot of plot here and it is all interesting, however it is not particularly entertaining. This is because of the acting on display.
I'm sure some fears have already popped up. Acknowledge them. Ask yourself, what are you afraid would happen if you let your curiosity guide you? Now, what are you afraid would happen if you didn't? This is where we find the good stuff -- the motivation to keep going.
Just as successful entrepreneurs have tactics for winning over obstacles, great writers have their secret strategies for overcoming this hurdle and getting their writings done every time. (Hint, hint: John Keats, the English poet, treated his writer's block by stopping and getting dressed in his best clothes).
A 1940s study found four different types of blocked writers: those who were anxious, those who took their anger out on others, those who were apathetic, and those who were hostile and disappointed.
At the sight of the camera, I pulled my sweatshirt down over my hips and wished I'd worn something on my head other than