The Bricks are Winning

I am most certainly not the first person to suffer through writer's block. Honestly, I don't usually call it that. Most of the time I just don't have a full enough outline or plan for the chapter I'm working on.

But this chapter is trying to kill me with it's non-existence. Every time I sit down to write, another new brick adds itself to the wall in between me and the end of my novel.

I know where I'm going. I know what needs to happen to get there. But for some reason, I find myself sitting in front of the computer, staring at the curser (not a typo), not coming up with a single word. It blinks at me in that taunting way. It knows I've not written anything since earlier in the week. It knows that, in the end, this chapter will be too short and I'll have to come back and redo it in the next draft. Which is okay, I guess. But the fact that it knows this makes me feel a little bit guilty.

So many people have solutions for writer's block. Nathan Bransford, agent extraordinaire, asked his blog friends how they coped. Is my solution in that long list somewhere? I don't know if I have the patience to find out.

Luckily, I have enough life stuff to handle in the interim. I'm sure it will go away. Brick by brick, the wall will come down. It's just a matter of time.

Welcome!

Welcome to the inaugural post of Prose Kills. This blog is dedicated to writing, reading, publishing, and other random tidbits I feel like sharing along the way.

I hope you enjoy it.

-L