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Writer’s Block: My Ways to Beat It!

Defeating Writer’s Block in 3 Easy Steps

The dreaded Writer’s Block. It’s like you’ve embarked on a journey and as the train slowly rounds a bend, just before the view opens to reveal a breathtaking vista, the train grinds to a halt. Or, it is as if you’re in the middle of the adventure, right in the thick of it. You are walking up decaying stairs toward a dimly lit room, your heart pounding, thoughts racing about what might come next. But, when you reach the threshold, the door slams in your face. You don’t just hear the click of the door’s lock, you also hear a heavy deadbolt thud, a chain lock catch, and, just to make the impediment extra impregnable, you hear one of those tiny slide locks grate into place. You’re barred from any more progress.

When a Writer’s Block hits, I sometimes imagine my characters just sitting or standing in the scene where I left them – tapping their foot or picking at a hangnail until I get my act together and start writing again. They even grumble between each other about my ineptitude. Unfortunately, they find themselves doing this quite a bit at times.

[In the movie “The Man Who Invented Christmas”, Dan Stevens, who plays Dickens, aptly portrays a tortured writer in the throws of a crushing Writer’s Block. In the movie, Dickens’ characters even follow him around, giving him writing advice.]

Over the years, I’ve found some great ways to crush Writer’s Block when it rears its ugly head. I hope you’ll find these tips useful too!

Before Writer’s Block even hits, try this! Don’t write too long every day (If you’re up against a due date, this doesn’t apply.). Set a timer for a reasonable amount of time – enough to make progress but not so much that you run out of ideas or you stop working as sharply. When the time is up – STOP. Yes. Stop. That way, you’ll have more to write the next day when your mind is fresh. Obviously you can finish your sentence before turning off your computer or jot a quick idea down that you don’t want to forget. When I’m at a particularly challenging part in my books, this tactic has helped avoid Writer’s Block.

When Writer’s Block strikes, try these ideas:

  1. Go for a walk! It’s hard to leave your writing space but force yourself to get up and walk away. Preferably go out in nature, breathe, clear your mind. This idea to walk away from a problem seems counter to what we’re told to do, you know – “Face your problems” and all that. The problem of Writer’s Block, however, is different. Sometimes, you have to get out of your head. When you’re walking, you’d be surprised what might trigger a moment of genius, so bring a pad of paper!
  2. Act it out. When dialogue is the issue, often acting out how your characters would converse can break the block. If you’re up for it and can get past cringing, you can even film yourself acting out the dialogue and watch it back. Then, as the critic, you’ll catch things you wouldn’t have or have fresh ideas.
  3. Phone a friend. This can be anyone willing to be your sounding board. A fellow writer may have expert advice from their own playbook or your sister may have priceless life experiences from which she can pull. Be sure to put your ego aside and just listen.

Writer’s Block can be challenging. There are so many ideas floating around on the internet about how to break the block. These were three that work for me. A couple I haven’t tried are:

  1. Put a pin in it. Put an asterisk or a note to “come back” where you are experiencing Writer’s Block in your manuscript and then move onto the next scene. I may have to use this one day but I think it would be hard for me to fill in holes later. I don’t think I could move on but it’s a trick I’ll keep up my sleeve. You never know.
  2. Disable the internet. Many writers think they’re experiencing Writer’s Block when what they’re actually dealing with may be distraction. I don’t easily fall down the rabbit hole of internet searches, but if you do, set a time to “research” for your writing and a time to just write. When it is time to write, disable your Wi-Fi.

Writer’s Block is an unfortunate reality for writers but there are ways to beat it. Try one of the above ideas or search online for other ideas and then – get writing again!

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Poetry Month: My Favorites!

April is the National Month of Poetry. Most people have a favorite poem—lines of verse that struck a chord in their heart perhaps due to a trial or triumph in their life that reflect the poem’s story. A person’s particular favorite may stir feelings of nostalgia, romance, victories, or religion. Some of us have even dabbled a bit in composing our own rhymes.

I thought it would be fun to share two of my favorite poems and explain why I find myself coming back to them. I’ve put the poems below for your enjoyment.

The first of my favorite poems is The Children’s Hour by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. It is a story of a father who sits in his study at twilight. He hears, edging closer, the sound of little feet and stifled whispers before he is suddenly ambushed by his three daughters. They devour their father with kisses and cuddles. While it may seem he is defeated, he declares himself the victor. He will never let them go. He will keep them he says, “down into the dungeon, in the round-tower of my heart. And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day…” This is a particular favorite of mine because it reminds me of my father—my dear “old mustache”. Some of my fondest memories are of me and my siblings starting a full scale attack that resulted in squealing peels of laughter as we sought desperately to escape his tickling reach. Oh, to rewind the clock and join again in that fun.

Another of my favorite poems is a short metaphysical poem called The Pulley by George Herbert. The poem describes the blessings God poured into man at our creation—blessings such as strength, beauty, and wisdom. At the bottom of this glass of blessings lies rest. God stays His hand, withholding this coveted gift however, He will allow man to keep the other gifts “but keep them with repining restlessness; Let him be rich and weary, that at least, if goodness lead him not, yet weariness may toss him to my breast.” I think Herbert captures the human condition succinctly in his short poem. Too often we are distracted by the things of this world or too delighted by ourselves to remember our Divine Creator. God, in His infinite wisdom, withheld perfect rest in order that we might, weary with the world, turn ourselves to Him and seek His heavenly repose.

I would love to hear what your favorite poem is! Sharing a great poem is truly like giving someone a beautiful gift.

The Children’s Hour
BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW
Between the dark and the daylight,
When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day’s occupations,
That is known as the Children’s Hour.

I hear in the chamber above me
The patter of little feet,
The sound of a door that is opened,
And voices soft and sweet.

From my study I see in the lamplight,
Descending the broad hall stair,
Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra,
And Edith with golden hair.

A whisper, and then a silence:
Yet I know by their merry eyes
They are plotting and planning together
To take me by surprise.

A sudden rush from the stairway,
A sudden raid from the hall!
By three doors left unguarded
They enter my castle wall!

They climb up into my turret
O’er the arms and back of my chair;
If I try to escape, they surround me;
They seem to be everywhere.

They almost devour me with kisses,
Their arms about me entwine,
Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen
In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!

Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti,
Because you have scaled the wall,
Such an old mustache as I am
Is not a match for you all!

I have you fast in my fortress,
And will not let you depart,
But put you down into the dungeon
In the round-tower of my heart.

And there will I keep you forever,
Yes, forever and a day,
Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,
And moulder in dust away!

The Pulley
BY GEORGE HERBERT
When God at first made man,
Having a glass of blessings standing by,
“Let us,” said he, “pour on him all we can.
Let the world’s riches, which dispersèd lie,
Contract into a span.”

So strength first made a way;
Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honour, pleasure.
When almost all was out, God made a stay,
Perceiving that, alone of all his treasure,
Rest in the bottom lay.

“For if I should,” said he,
“Bestow this jewel also on my creature,
He would adore my gifts instead of me,
And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature;
So both should losers be.

“Yet let him keep the rest,
But keep them with repining restlessness;
Let him be rich and weary, that at least,
If goodness lead him not, yet weariness
May toss him to my breast.”