Brick Wall
Brick Wall? Let me introduce you to my forehead. Repeatedly. Please do not mind the dull thunking you hear. It helps me jog and rattle ideas out of my brain. A brain which is suffering some serious case of Writer's Block.
I have been sitting here at Ava Roasteria, a fantastically busy coffee shop thanks to their free wifi, dark chocolate mochas, and being open 24 hours. In two hours time only 1,000 words have been written in my fourth NaNoWriMo novel.
I hate it. I know other writers go through this, especially professional ones, but it doesn't make the experience any warm or any fuzzier. This is how it always happens with NaNo. I create this really cool idea for a story, I'm able to start but then around day 3 or 5, I get stuck and nothing seems to come forth onto the Scrivener screen.
What is agitating is how I'm able to prattle out an ambiguous post on my blog as a form of A.) procraftination and B.) therapy in dealing with said Writer's Bock. I'm hoping the more I rattle on and on, the more I whine and fuss, my focus will return through this stream of conscious writing and bad grammar and get me back on the horse.