I Have Something To Admit

I admit it. I’m one of those writers who tend to procrastinate. Whenever someone asks me when my next book will be coming out, I invariably begin my answer with some variation of “I’m a slow writer.” But that’s a fake out really. I’m a procrastinator.

Ideas fly through my head constantly but usually don’t appear on the page until weeks, maybe months, later (truthfully, years in some cases). There are writers who can sit down at a blank page and instantly come up with a good idea and write a story in a matter of an hour or so. I envy those who can do that.

When I sit in front of a blank screen, the cursor blinking an accusatory blink at me, my first reaction is to freeze. My brain goes blank. Did I have an idea when I sat down here? I feel like I did but it is gone now, sucked in the white void of the word processor.

So, I go find something to do away from the computer, something which doesn’t involve actually writing. Reading, maybe!

Oh, I have plenty of excuses. I have family and a day job to concentrate on but that too is a cop out. I have plenty of time I could be writing but I struggle to find the inspiration most times.

It’s a struggle with I think many writers suffer in silence. I think it’s my time to talk about it, try to work through it so I can actually write regularly. Because I love that feeling when I finish a story and it just works. I need more of it!