Commemorative blog post
May 2008 goes down in history as just about my most spectacularly unproductive month, writing-wise, in the last two years. Oh, sure, I edited (and sent) a full-length playscript and polished (and sent) a story and wrote a few thousand words on the current Big Project. But I was hoping for so much more. And it's way too late in the month to salvage things.
I must arise from my sloth and appalling unconcern, arise and take responsibility for my creative output (as it certainly shows no signs of taking responsibility for me). There is no such thing as writer's block, any more than there's such a thing as plumber's block or bus driver's block. Writing is my job, and I have no business being so moody about it.
posted by Laura E. Goodin @ 11:26 PM (permalink)
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Your job requires a lot more creativity than bus-driving or plumbing. I reckon you're being too hard on yourself - what about other stuff you've done in life lately (apart from acquiring mutant potatoes)? Surely there's plenty of that?
No, it's really, really unusual for someone to be genuinely too hard on themselves. A lot of people cope with their own faults — even defiantly revel in them — by telling themselves, "After all, I don't want to be too hard on myself."
I say, there's nothing wrong with being hard on oneself. It's how Things Get Done.
I for one frequently am so hard on myself I beat myself to pulp. If your self-hardness leads to more discipline that's good. I need more discipline, less being hard on myself personally. You can look forward to the fruits of June anyway.
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