The last time I posted to my blog, a chronic case of writer’s block had a hold of me. Well, I’m happy to say that chronic has turned into slight. The creative juices are flowing but not as much as I’d like. When I retired on April 1st, I thought the whole writing gig would be a breeze. Well, I have to admit that it’s often more difficult than working a “real job”.
I don’t have to cope with traditional corporate politics, incompetent bosses, or pain-in-the-ass colleagues, but I do have to deal with the politics of publishing. I still have to deal with an agent, editors, publishers, and of course, my readers. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining. I’m merely trying to point out that there is some truth the adage: “The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.”
Another issue with working independently as opposed to a traditional job is the amount of discipline it requires. Think it’s tough sitting in an office and looking outside at the bright blue sky, knowing that you can’t just leave and go to the beach or cycle to your favorite park? Well, how do you think it feels to know that the only thing stopping you from shutting down the computer and heading for the Pacific Ocean is self discipline?
I generally write four or five hours a day. Sometimes I can write nearly 2,000 words in this timeframe; other times I can barely put two sentences together. A writer cannot predict if the creative juices will flow on any particular day, until he or she is sitting in front of the computer screen. It’s just you and a stark white page. You hope that what’s in your head can find its way to your fingers.
So, thus far I’ve written over 41,000 words in Resuscitation, the sequel to They Never Die Quietly, which is likely the halfway point. I sent the first half of the novel to my agent for his evaluation. He could say that he loves it and that I should continue writing in the same way, or he could say it’s food for the local recycling bin. Either way, I’ve got lots of work to do. I already told my wife that when this book is finished, I’m going to veg-out for two months, park my butt in front of the TV, watch soap operas, and munch chocolate bon-bons. I’m ready to live the life of a couch potato.