There comes a time, in every writer’s life, when the blankness of a page–be it a sheet of paper or a square of screen–becomes overwhelmingly terrifying. For me, that time came about 10 years ago… and hasn’t really ever left. Writing hasn’t been about feeling good, or being “in the groove” since an indistinct period of time in a previous Millennium.
The lack of enjoyment in creating something however, is balanced by the tremendious reward of actually having created something, and so it’s worth doing some pretty strange things to make oneself actually do it. Witness, for instance, the month long holiday of NaNoWriMo when people gather together to write a novel–or at least 50,000 mostly coherent words–over the course of November.
November proved to be important to the success of the project, for it “took advantage of the lousy weather, according to Wikipedia.
The first event was held during July.
But for a student on the quarter system, November is almost the worst month to do anything. You’ve got mid-terms at the beginning, Thanksgiving travel in the middle(ish) and if you aren’t working on your final projects after that… you really should be.
So, instead, I usually block off a week of Winter break for a “Book Blitz” when I aim for something Novella sized. Just so that I can get something, anything, done on the four or five ideas that flit around my subconscious. Usually, the last week of the year is ideal for this purpose… everyone is snowed in, and I’ve got a great excuse to get drunk at the end of it.
For this year I’ll try something different.
I’ll take a week, and write 7 blog posts that I’ve been “Thinking Real Hard” about and actually write them. One a day. And then I will post them to the Internet.
Please stand by…