There’s Nothing To Writing

“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? 


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