#writersblock is a painful thing #books

All you want is for your world to live and breathe. All you want is for your characters to be real. In order for this to happen, you have to immerse yourself in it, they have to interact, to speak. They have to speak to each other, to you, to the world, to the readers.

And when you can’t. Well. When it just can’t come out, you can’t write, you can’t give them that life you want for them, it is hard on a profoundly different level than feeling failure. It’s more like going to turn on the television, and you have no signal, your vision full of those grey sparkly static things that blend and merge and become things if you stare hard enough. It’s more like opening a web browser, and having no connection. It’s like calling a friend and only getting the thrumming busy signal in your head. You just want to connect. But your brain says no.

And then, on top of it, the more you think about it, the more you think about it, and the worse it gets.

Writers block hurts. It does. It’s anxiety and procrastination and desperation and inaction and just the painful need to let it out (but what?!).

Anyone out there know what I mean?