“There’s nothing to writing. All you do is sit down and at typewriter and open a vein.”
-Walter Wellesley “Red” Smith
I’ve seen this quote on a couple of authors’ blogs, and it always makes be frustrated. It’s not that I disagree. Am I spilling my heart and soul all over my laptop for hours everyday? Yes. Is there a transfusion for that? Um, no. Do I feel washed out and exhausted from my writerly efforts? Every single day.
But sometimes I just can’t get a darn vein to open. In fact, most of the time it’s like those stupid little heel pricks pediatricians do to babies. They poke a tiny hole and then have to milk it, squeeze it, bruise it, just to get enough blood to fill a tiny vial.
The worst part is that for me, it’s not necessarily writers block. I know where the plot has to go, I just can’t find the right words or descriptions to take it there.
Maybe I’ve got super-high writer’s cholesterol. My veins are all plugged up.
What do you guys do when you want to write but can’t get the words to flow?