Confession time: writing got off to a very slooooooow start for me this week. And by this week I mean since Wednesday when I posted my latest Ready. Set. WRITE! goals. On the first two days, I stared at my stupid laptop screen for hours while inspiration played hide-and-seek with my brain. I puttered away at one particular scene, hated what I wrote, revised it so the direction was back on track, then puttered some more. It felt like I was getting nowhere. By Friday evening, I was ready to punt my laptop through the living room window and put my story notes through the paper shredder. So frustrating!
There were also too many distractions to deal with, like my cat trying to eat the plastic packing inside of a cardboard box that was sitting in our foyer. Noisy and gross. When I fished her out of the box, I discovered the answer to my frustration problem: giant bubble wrap. Do you ever sit there and pop bubble wrap just for kicks? There's something very therapeutic about it. Like the snap of each bubble is deflating just a teensy bit of tension.
So long story short, my son and I each grabbed some and then jumped and danced and whooped and hollered on the giant bubbles. It was loud and wacky and lots of fun. I'm sure the neighbours thought we were firing machine guns in our house. By the time, the bubbles were all stomped, I felt a whole lot better.
And then I sat down and poured out 1700 words.
Sometimes writing gets me wound up into a tight, little ball of stress. Don't get me wrong, I love it. But there are days when that word count goal seems like an unslayable monster, or my eyes glaze over from the glare of the blank laptop screen, or my characters stand there and give me one huge collective raspberry. That's when I need to step away, blow off some steam, and reset my brain. This time yelling like a maniac and busting bubble wrap with my toes did the trick. I'm not sure what will shake all those words loose next time, but I know for certain I'll need to find something to set them free.
So am I the only crazy one around here, or have you done anything on the bizarre side when the words won't cooperate? How do you deal with writerly frustrations? I'd love to know, even if your method of coping is slightly more normal than mine. Hey, don't knock it till you've tried it! :)