The Post Where I Reference Crap A Lot

Some days suck.

I have them. Likely you do as well if you're a writer. You crank out two pages, three, four, and as it's flowing you're thinking, 'Hey, this is pretty good.'

Then you look back at it and want to punch yourself in the throat. It's dreck. Worse than dreck. It's the stuff dreck scrapes off the bottom of its flip flops.

Why the hell does this happen? How can one minute things feel soooooo good, and the next...not.

Is it some speed-induced euphoria? Is the rapid tapping of fingertips to keyboard releasing some endorphin that clouds the ability to judge one's self critically? Does speed actually kill creativity when writing?

I think not. The reality is, sometimes you just write crap. Occasionally that crap leads somewhere non-crappy, but often it's just a steaming pile of literary poo.

So how do you overcome this?

You don't. You write. Probably more crap. Then write some more. I've said before I don't believe in writer's block. To me that's just an excuse to excuse one's self from the fear of writing crap.

Just write the crap and get on with it.