January 6, 2009...1:33 pm

write more, fail better: the Baroque unblocking system

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Writing, at least the hard kind, is hard. We all know that. It’s hard to keep going, but even harder to get going.

Meanwhile, the Samuel Beckett quote of the past couple of days (”Try again. Fail again. Fail better”) won’t leave me alone. It seems to be some kind of horribly satirical code for my main New Year’s Resolution: “succeed (at all costs)”. Even there, those brackets are giving me pause. Maybe I’m not really ready to stake everything. And it all sounds rather fine for a person who is not even writing much of anything and has the concentration of a gnat. I am as the rabbit frozen before the headlight of the oncoming juggernaut (2009) and the equal availability of several avenues of flight.

But we’re all in it together, right? Are we?

So you might like to be reminded of some tricks help you get going. I know a million writing tricks; I’ve read all the books. They are just like dieting tricks. All the “eat only grapefruits” in the world isn’t going to disguise, in the end, the fact that you have to not eat risotto and wine and ice cream. And all the exercises and regimes and randomly generated word lists in the world are not going to prevent that awful moment…

As Ernest Hemingway said – and I apologise for paraphrasing here: “Writing is easy. All you have to do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”

If you want to put that moment off, you could try these:

Here’s a sort of Confucian exercise to trick yourself with small, manageable word counts (starting at, for the faint-hearted, two). It’s named like a card game so you can pretend you’re not really doing anything; and it looks cute on the screen, too. Before you know it you’ll have written War and Peace.

You could read some submission guidelines for a magazine and try to write something to order – just like that – go on. I’m trying to do that and I’m not going to tell you which publication it is in case they like yours better.

You could use the good old kitchen timer. Keep a list of titles. When something good comes to you, write it down. I don’t do this, and I’m a fool; I have forgotten more great titles than you’ve had hot dinners. So pick one of your titles AT RANDOM, set the timer for fifteen minutes, and write. If you are at all receptive, considering it was your title idea in the first place this should work. I might start keeping a list. I’d try and rebuild my old one if I could remember a single clever title I’ve ever thought of.

If you want to write a poem, you could try Robert Lee Brewer’s unstoppable torrent of suggestions over at Poetic Asides. He’s consistently motivational and creative in his suggestions. It’s more than I could be, and he has a new baby.

If all else has failed, dial 911 (it’s okay, it works outside America too). I love this site. It will make you smile and feel ashamed of yourself all at the same time. Then go make a cup of tea and have your own idea. Brilliant!

I guess it’s worth remembering that when they want to fix a blocked drain, they stick something in and pull stuff out.

And that if you unblock the pipes and just let them spew, you’ll end up with a load of spilled water. So my other resolution this year is TARGET. Focus.

And with that, I am going to do my face and put my shoes on and go down the road. Maybe if I do some work in the coffee shop…

5 Comments

  • My cure for writer’s block is drink a can of Drano.
    Then call 911.
    I haven’t tried it myself but a bloke down the road gave it a go and came up with a good hospital drama.

  • I’m not a writer but Dial 911 might turn me into one. Irresistible!

  • Damn. So I have to stop mentally plotting out that brilliant book I came up with over the holidays and need to actually sit down and start writing it? But… but… mental plotting is FUN and it’s REAL WORK (it is too!) and actual writing is hard and is, let’s face it, fraught with danger as the brilliant book idea becomes the possibly mediocre actual product.

    Fine then. Excelsior and that. Two words I can do:

    The car

    Phew, glad that’s done!

  • Oh, the dreaded block.

    What I often do to break it open is write long, self-indulgent spews of muddy sentences about just why I don’t feel like writing.

    But I like your idea of going for coffee…

  • I think it’s even worse than “bleed,” the Hemingway quotation that is…isn’t it “open up a vein”? Shudder.

    I always mean to write down all my title ideas, too, and then I don’t, and then the faeries get mad at me and they quit giving me title ideas. The Brujo and I even at one point thought we should start a blog which was just going to be all our wonderful titles/ideas, where he’d post them as Art Longis and I as Vita Brevis…but then that became, yep, just another unpursued wonderful idea.

    Here’s to writing it ALL down in 2009!


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