Isn’t it a weird spring?
The snow is blowing past the window, the sky is grey, and the burst of
fresh green we are supposed to be witnessing is being held in check by the
frozen ground. Apparently the
cause of
this is easterly winds. It’s not
actually the coldest March on record; but it’s not far off.
One side effect of this is I am still in winter mode, a
time I spend in semi-hibernation. I hate
dark grey days (I don’t actually mind the cold if it’s sunny with it), and it’s
amazing how much more I’ll get done on a day when it’s sunny than I do on a
rainy day.
This week has been a struggle. I hit a wall with my novel, and no matter
what way I came at it, I was stuck. I
sat at my computer and stared at it.
Nothing happened. I tried
scribbling in my notepad. I got a very
nice doodle of a dragon, but no further on the plot. I tried just bashing out words in a stream of
consciousness, but that just gave me a garbled winding story that didn’t really
have a lot to do with the characters or moving the story forward.
Then the answer came in two parts.
Part 1: Asking for help.
This is something I am terrible at. It was written into one of my school reports
once that I would struggle through something on my own rather than ask for
help, and unfortunately it’s something I’ve not improved on. So I can’t exactly say I asked for help;
rather it was offered and it turned out that I did need it. Talking through what I was stuck on made me
realise what had been bothering me about the story, and what I needed to change
to move forward.
Part 2: Procrastination.
Yes, really!
Yesterday I read a very interesting article about how procrastination is
not necessarily a bad thing for a creative type person. (Funnily enough, I read this in a random
magazine supplement out of a week old newspaper that I don’t normally read, and
was only reading because I was procrastinating.)
It has always been assumed that if you are procrastinating,
you aren’t getting anything done.
However now people are beginning to recognise that if you are
procrastinating, you are getting something done; not necessarily the thing you
are supposed to be doing, but you are completing something none the less.
So I looked back at my week and I noticed all of the
things that I have done when I should have been getting thousands of words
written. I’ve cleaned the house. I’ve done my banking. I finished reading “The Two Towers” and
started on “The Return of the King.” And
suddenly I don’t feel bad about it.
This is why: because firstly, I realise that I haven’t “not
got anything done” this week. Secondly as
soon as I let go of the “I should be doing this” and just started to enjoy what
I was doing, the words came back. I’ve
had to go back and rewrite several pages, but I’m progressing again.
I may have been going in circles all week, but the
circles were getting bigger and I’ve found myself on the other side of the
wall. Instead of punching through it, I
just went around it. I’m about to start
another circle now, since I’ve gone back about twenty pages to slightly change
the direction my characters are going in, but I’m ok with that, because this
circle is going to be even bigger than the last and at the end of this one the
final stages of the tale will be in sight.
But first, I’m off to have some lunch. J