It has now been three months and two days since I’ve written a single word on Broken Dreams, the sequel to The Red Kimono. And other than a few blog posts and a few haiku, I’ve written nothing to speak of.
Granted, the last few months have been hectic, frenetic and just a little chaotic with book signings, presentations, fulfilling miscellaneous obligations AND moving to Dallas in anticipation of the birth of my first grandchild. Still, I have to place the real blame on the creature we all know as Writer’s Block. How do I know this? Because in the week following Thanksgiving, even though I’m all settled into my new home and have few responsibilities to fulfill other than waiting by the phone for news that my daughter-in-law has gone into labor, I haven’t written anything.
So, I’ve decided to interview this unwelcome visitor who is no stranger to me, this menace to the writer’s world. Perhaps once I get to know him better, I can send him on his way. Or, perhaps he’ll tire of my questions and will decide to go bother another writer.
JAN: Where did you come from?
WB: I come from a land called Excuses. I don’t dwell long in the land of my birth. Instead, I prefer to travel around in search of opportunities to spread the culture of Excuses. Lucky for me, I find plenty of opportunity.
JAN: How do you choose where to visit?
WB: The places I’m most tempted to visit begin with a little down time, though I don’t invite myself in too quickly. First I have to make sure the environment is conducive to settling in for awhile. Down time must lead to more down time, when a writer may reason to herself that she’s due a bit of a break. Often this comes after the publication of a book, some sort of life change or crisis. Or, there’s the writer who says she needs to market that new book, and she fills her time perusing the Internet for opportunities, falling prey to social networking, blogging. You know, all that “necessary stuff” that really isn’t all that necessary. But it certainly fuels my desire to stay. Meanwhile, I settle into the lovely, imagination-filled lounge of the writer’s brain. In the beginning, it’s such a bountiful place–plenty for me to feast on. The best seat in the house is right across from Muse, who stares out the window of the writer’s eyes, daydreaming, while I munch on the assortment of creative tidbits on the table before me. What a shame those sumptuous morsels of prose will never be written on paper. Alas, before the poor, unfocused Muse realizes it, I’ve devoured it all. My belly full and the creative table cleared, poor Muse will have to leave to find another writer, or risk starving to death.
JAN: Does Muse ever win the battle with you?
WB: Well, of course, that depends on the writer. Muse may inspire to write, even offer ideas. If the writer listens to Muse, makes any attempt at all to put words on paper, then Muse has won. But there are so many more ways for me to win. If Muse’s inspiration is ignored, left to rot, devoured by me or worse, forgotten before ever being brought to life on paper, I, Writer’s Block, have won the battle.
JAN: Would you mind telling me how to send you away?
WB: (Laughing) Aren’t we a little naïve? Do you really think I would tell you how to get rid of me? Yours has been quite a feast these last several months. So many ideas you’ve had for your sequel to The Red Kimono. And weren’t you halfway finished with that other book, Mo’s Shadow? How long since you’ve added a single word to Mo’s story? Oh, let’s see. And what about that book, Life, Haiku by Haiku that you said would be published by December? I must say, I’ve put on a few pounds, feasting on your little smorgasbord. But now, the table’s spread is looking rather sparse. I find I must scrounge for morsels to eat. And Muse? Well, he’s looking a little gaunt, isn’t he? So no, I will not tell you how to send me on my way. If you can’t figure that out on your own, well then. I’d say my mission is almost complete.
I pause during the interview to think about his last answer. Seconds, then minutes pass. I shudder as Mr. Block casually picks at his teeth. Hardly noticeable when he first arrived, now, he’s a huge, dark shadow hovering over me. And my poor little Muse trembles in the corner, much smaller and weaker than I’ve seen him before.
Then, it hits me. I realize that Muse and Writer’s Block cannot live together for long. If I allow Writer’s Block to stay, Muse will leave . . . or die.
JAN: What if I feed Muse? What if I don’t allow his morsels of creativity to remain on the table for you to gorge yourself upon? What if instead, I put them straight to paper? There’d be nothing to feed you, and . . . you’d be on your way.
He does not answer me, but I see fear flash in his eyes.
JAN: Your silence is answer enough. But before you go, I have one more question for you.
WB: (In an already noticeably weakened voice.) What is it?
JAN: In my writing life, I’ve learned that characters should be three-dimensional–that nobody is all good or all bad. Pardon my frankness, but I see no redeeming qualities in you, Mr. Block. Nothing good at all. Do you care to rebut this opinion?
WB: (He looks away, silent for a long moment, appearing to struggle for an answer.) Once I have visited a writer, especially if I have over-stayed my welcome, she will do everything possible to prevent my return. So, doesn’t my existence alone, force a writer to focus on her Muse, if for no other reason than to prevent my return? So, you see, I do have a redeeming quality. What power I have. So effective am I that you will never want me to return. (He snickers.) But know that I will, upon hearing the language of my homeland, Excuses, upon seeing the down time that follows.
The interview ends, and I decide it was quite enlightening for me. You, however, may now see the breadth of my distraction — that I actually interviewed a creature called Writer’s Block. But you know me and my love of interviewing my characters. So, when a very dear friend who is a writer (as well as a psychologist) suggested this exercise, I couldn’t resist.
Best of all, this is the first smile I’ve seen from Muse in a long, long time.
I’m pretty sure writers’ block snuggles right beside muse. Sort of spoons the lovely lady. Both, in me anyway, spring from fear. In fact, I’m guessing that when I gather my courage and twist the face of writers’ block toward me, it’s the face of my muse that smiles back.
Wonderful interview, Jan. Creative and intelligent, all written in your usual elegant style.
Now write, woman, write. I want to know what happens to Nobu and Jubie and Terrence and Sashi.
I think you might be right, Pam. It’s all a matter of who I feed the most. And yes, now I will get back to Sachi, Jubie and Nobu. 🙂
He must be related to Alibi Ike and the Great Procrastinator. It will be nice to see the Muse get healthy again and start cranking out the chapters.
I like that – Alibi Ike. 🙂 He sounds like a rather likable fellow, but I’ll bet he can get as dark and powerful as the evil Writer’s Block.
Feed your muse! Feed them now! I NEED more Jan Morrill works.
🙂 Thank you, Claire. At last, my fingers are itching to fly over the keyboard.
THis is so freaking awesome. And so NOW you will sit your ass in the chair, and write whatever crap you can to chase that bastard away. As Nora Roberts (or someone) said, “You can’t edit a blank page!”
Kathy, I’d never heard that quote before, believe it or not. I must print it out and hang it in front of my computer! Thanks!
I had no idea Writers Block had moved with you. I hope WB leaves your side soon because the world needs your voice in the wonderful stories you write.
Jim, I’m afraid he followed me from Fayetteville. Maybe, if I’ve drawn him away from all my friends up there, you all can get some writing done. 🙂
Thank you so much for the enlightening and entertaining interview. WB is indeed a monster. I’m glad you unmasked him a bit so we can more easily recognize and fight him. 🙂 Best of luck on banishing him and bringing your Muse back to full strength.
Thank you, Ali! Hopefully now that I’ve drawn him out of the shadows, I can laugh in his face and if nothing else, humiliate him out of my house. 🙂
I do not stuggle with Writer’s Block but Lazy Fat Ass keeps me company now days. I have been holed up from the snow/ice storm since last Thursday. I could’ve finished Howling Moon if I’d written for 8 hours a day, but nooooooo. Sit on that couch, watch that TV (everything I’ve seen 40 times before), read other books, anything but write. Because I am lazy!
Great post, Jan. love the picture of WB
Ha! Ruth, you crack me up. I wonder if Lazy Fat Ass, Alibi Ike and Mr. Block all belong to the same support group, where they meet regularly to encourage each other to continue to discourage all of us??
I’ve met that guy. He’s not a friend but wants to think he’s a BFF. Great post Jan!
Thanks, Lori. You’re right. He settles in like he’s known us all our lives. 🙂
Reblogged this on Sisterhood of the Traveling Pen and commented:
How can this guy be in so many places at once?
Funny, I was certain he was residing in my house. Miss you, Jan!
I’m afraid Mr. Block has plenty of relatives, Staci. I hope he leave your house soon!
I believe Mr. Block is a Shape Shifter. He has disguised himself in my house as the Holiday Decorating Spirit. 🙂
Well, at least H.D. Spirit sounds more fun that Mr. W. Block, Linda. ❤
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Now Jan, this WAS creative! Since this was last year and Tommy is in your life, I sure hope Mr. W. B. has permanently moved out… Besides, he’s at my house now and I’m no writer!
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