My husband insists it’s idea block.
I have no idea why he’s so adamantly against calling it writer’s block.
No matter. The possessive noun is unimportant here. The word to focus on is block.
Basically, I’m attempting to write a synopsis for a potential novel, only I can’t get a grip on the story.
The thing is slipperier than a wet penguin.
I find reassurance in the fact that this isn’t the first time I’ve faced this problem. Nor am I the only creative person who’s faced it.
So I wait expectantly and excitedly for that moment when this slippery penguin-of-a-story dries off and stops hopping around long enough for me to grab it by the wings. (Just to be clear, my story has nothing to do with penguins.)
Writing is one of those ticksy endeavors where it’s your best, most exciting friend one minute, your worst enemy the next.
When everything is moving and shaking and jelling and the words are gushing from my fingertips?
Best. Feeling. Ever. Completely euphoric. (Cue Titanic music and picture me with my arms spread wide, shouting, “I’m king of the world!”)
When everything is stagnant and empty and uncooperative and the blank screen is giving me heart palpitations?
Not quite so warm and fuzzy. (An issue I address on my Q&A page.)
Thankfully, the solution is like a water bubble. I know it’s down there, working it’s way up. It’s just a matter of how long it’s going to take break the surface.
Let’s Talk: What do YOU do when you’re stuck? Are there things in life that you love and loathe all at the same time?
Guess what surfaced exactly 45 minutes after writing this post? The bubble! I figured out the climax of the story! This is how I’m feeling inside (oh how I love my alma mater and their choice of 90’s music):