It’s odd the way things work out when you’re a writer. Writer’s block - that dastardly foe of every wordsmith alive - is often thought of as the worst obstacle fledgling and tenured writers alike must overcome. Like countless others before me, I’ve sat in front of the computer, staring at the blinking cursor until my eyes blurred and my head throbbed. I’ve made the rookie mistake of thinking I could go back and reread a chapter or two up until where I left off to jump-start the creative juices, only to waste the whole day tweaking passages that really didn’t need it. To say the least, it is unpleasant.
But worse still is sitting down at the computer and staring at the beckoning cursor, unable to type, to move, for a very different reason: Too many ideas.
Yes, my friends, my head is a crowded, crowded place at the moment.
You may be wondering what I’m whining about here. I mean, since when is being an idea person construed as a bad thing? Does anyone ever walk around thinking, ‘Better stay away from that one - They’re too creative!’ It just doesn’t happen. Well, okay…I suppose it could if we were talking about a very creative killer. That would be…unpleasant.
Anyway. Think back to a time when you were at school or work, trying to focus on the task at hand, but your mind insisted on dwelling on some conversation from the weekend or upcoming plans that had you excited. Go ahead. I’ll wait for you to come back out of your reverie.
Welcome back. So, you remember how annoying that was, right? Now imagine your job was to sit down and be creative in a highly focused manner, about one single subject (in my case a particular book I’m writing), yet the characters from another book keep marching through your head like it’s Main Street and they’re in the parade. So you ignore them. You’re a professional so this should be a piece of cake. Back you go to what you’re trying to focus on and then - POW!! - they start shooting each other and setting off bombs in your head. (Don’t be scared. My characters are usually in suspense/thrillers so I’m used to all the murder and mayhem. If it needs to be Hello Kitty dropping her ice cream cone in the grass in your head then that’s okay too).
By this point, I imagine you can see the dilemma. How can anyone be expected to concentrate on even the most bland of creative assignments with rocket launchers and ice creamless Hello Kitty going on? It’s just not possible. Toss in about ten more scenarios and welcome to my mind.
The truly ironic thing about this entire scenario is that I gladly would have killed Hello Kitty if I thought it would get the creative juices flowing at any point over the last four months or so. I’d sit down to write, tell myself I was just going to play one hand of solitare to get my mind going and then waste the entire day playing cards. Now, I’ve got so many plots racing through my mind that I’ll be lucky to get them all down in a year if I decided to skip sleep - on a permanent basis. Crazy, right?
Well, if anyone’s got any great ideas for how to control the chaos in my head then I’d very much appreciate it. Until tomorrow, Dark Passenger Jen…out.
No Hello Kitties were harmed during the creation of this blog…