Writer's Block.

Lately, I’ve been spending a lot of time sitting at my desk, scrolling through thesuperficial.com when I’m supposed to be working. It’s a disgusting, mean-spirited, celebrity gossip website, but it’s pretty damn funny, and also highly addictive. Normally, I would not have precious working minutes to spare on a time suck like this, but I’ve had an atrocious case of writer’s block for the last several months, and looking at pictures of Heidi Montag’s cellulite and Kim Kardashian’s butt sure beats staring at a blank screen all day.

 

This being my first experience with writer’s block, I have, in the past, taken a rather skeptical view of the whole thing. I tended to see it as kind of a vague, b.s. excuse for people who don’t really work to continue not working. I mean, just the term “writer’s block” has such a fake, artsy ring to it. Like, I picture a guy in a black turtleneck pulling on his long, shaggy hair, all full of pain and angst over how ‘blocked” he is, when really he’s just a lazy guy in bad need of a haircut, who should just accept the fact that where he really belongs is at Starbucks, serving coffee to writers who actually have something to say. But oh, how my view has changed. To all of you writers in black turtlenecks, I sincerely apologize.

 

I have been on page 159 of my book since about the middle of November. The story is about two sisters living in LA, who don’t really get along that well. One is a casting agent for a soap opera, who is engaged to an up and coming

Hollywood screenwriter. The other is a stay-at-home mom with two kids in private school, who is trying to go back to work because her husband is having financial problems. When their parents announce that they’re getting divorced after thirty-eight years of marriage, the two of them go back to their childhood home on the east coast to clean out their things. While they’re there, an earthquake hits LA, shutting down the airport, and they have to drive back together across the country. Hilarity ensues, and along the way they learn to like each other again, blah, blah, blah. I like to think of it as Little Miss Sunshine meets In Her Shoes, or maybe, Thelma and Louise meets The Family Stone. I love my characters, I love the story, and I love how it’s going to end. But somehow, for the last four months, I haven’t been able to write anything new. All I do, every week, is re-revise the first 159 pages, and waste hours and hours on thesuperficial.com.

 

cindyloo
06.06.08

Wow! I am really interested in reading your book when it is done. From what you said, it sound very good. Good luck in finishing it.

freuten
03.28.08

Here's a wild and crazy idea...take a week and drive across country. Do you have a sister? Or a girlfriend who is the next best thing to a sister? Take the trip and see what inspires you...traffic jams in St. Louis...the worlds largest ball of string in Houston, etc. Before you go watch "Elizabethtown" - then kind of model your roadtrip on the one in the movie.
If nothing else you'll be away from the darn computer for a few days....