Today – okay, let’s be honest here – the past two weeks I have done a truly masterful job of avoiding the rewrite on my novel. Everything from the grocery store to the dust bunnies under the couch clamored for attention. Throw in the adoption of a new puppy and relatives popping in and out of Hotel Hughes as they toured the great state of Arizona, and voila. Word count: zero.
The correct response to all of the aforementioned diversions would have been to barricade myself in a closet, let hubby handle both the potty-challenged puppy and chatty houseguests, and get at least an hour of writing done.
But instead – like any good procrastinator – I dutifully responded to each and every distraction until the days vaporized. One after the other.
And I felt like crap.
But rationalization is also a specialty of mine. So, I told myself that I was in the throes of writer’s block. And if I can’t write, then why not do something else productive? Like maybe reading about the writing I was supposed to be doing.
So, I grabbed my copy of “The War of Art” by Steven Pressfield, and opened it right up to this:
“It’s not the writing part that’s hard. What’s hard is sitting down to write. What keeps us from sitting down is Resistance.”
I don’t have writer’s block at all. I have “sitter’s block.” And the only way I can resist Resistance is to do what I say twenty times a day to my two beloved dogs:
When your ‘how to write’ collection of books is even bigger than your collection of self help books you know you have taken procrastination to the level of an art form – we need deadlines!!
Lol! Elaine, I have been there with the self help/writing book overload (I am still paring down my collection). But I agree…deadlines are sometimes the only thing that make us take action!