Breaking the Not-Writing Cycle

This is me.
This is me.
Fat Bastard is here because he’s perfect.

Runners know what happens when you can’t run, when life or sickness or injury or fatigue gets in the way: You get rangry. You’re missing a part of your day. You’re missing the essential check in the box. You’re missing running and pretty soon you’ve stuffed like 4 Double Stuf Oreos in your face and you’re on your second large coffee with half and half of the morning and it’s only 10am and you’re seriously considering rescheduling that car service even though the Check Engine light has been on for over a week and putting off bringing that cat poop sample to the vet two towns over so you can just get. It. Done.

Writing works like that, too. 

I’m not always a habitual writer. Working toward goals and deadlines, it’s easy for me to fall into whatever rhythm is required by the expectations placed on me. When I’m on my own, things fall apart, sometimes for days, sometimes months at a time, and I write not a word. I’m stuck in the cycle illustrated above: Unhappy and pent up because I’m not writing; continually in the wrong frame of mind in which to write.

End result = nothing gets done. Rinse and repeat.

There’s Good News!

If you're reading this blog,  and you know who he is and what automobile he's about to mention, let's be friends. Seriously.
If you’re reading this blog, and you also know who he is and what automobile he’s about to mention, let’s be friends. Seriously.
If you were waiting for a sign that you should get off your lazy ass, consider this your lucky day.

Know how I broke my last Fat Bastard no-writing streak? I posted a status to Facebook about how I just thought of a great first line for a novel, but that I’d never write a novel, and the muse was just wasting her time.

…Then, somewhat defiantly, my mood shifted to a place where, finally, putting words on paper felt okay again. And I began to write things.

Sometimes it takes a little defiance, a little my-feelings-are-stupid, to find out the works were just stuck in a paper jam behind your stupid feelings, waiting patiently to march out.

Activate Some Defiance

Sounds cheesy. Like the tagline of some teenaged street racing collective. Check out this earlier blog post, aptly titled: How to Stay Motivated, Part 1: Your Feelings Are Stupid.

Do you also have to berate your feelings into submission to be able to get it done some days? Let me know I’m not alone in this, k thanks.