I’ve got a bout of writer’s block which I put down to three things:
a) having to clean the house from top to bottom because my son and his wife were coming to stay for a few days
b) extreme depression when they had to cancel their trip to visit us at the last minute and
c) trying to figure out who we most owed a meal to so we could invite them round and not waste the fact that the house was clean and tidy for once.
Oh, and the fact that I have a Master’s in Procrastination and the above three reasons played into that perfectly. So that would be four things causing my writer’s block then.
All of the above have added up to the fact that I just want to sit in the sun all day eating chocolate, drinking red wine and looking for another quaint cottage to move into on Rightmove. Yes, it really is that bad. What’s even worse is that it got me thinking … and these are the results.
Now that we’ve all got the internet there seems to be a danger of us all repeating ourselves, of going over the same ground again and again just juggling the words around so that it looks like a new idea, a new angle. But it isn’t.
In fact it just looks like most of us are losing the ability to be truly, creatively, original. I say ‘losing’ but for many of us it’s doubtful we ever had it in the first place. And before you get all prickly about my words, I do include myself in this analysis.
Blogs are a wonderful invention for burbling on about our lives and how we view the world. We can write about ourselves and our favourite subjects (one and the same thing for many of us) ad nauseum but often that can seem like self-indulgence and quite possibly, even some sort of writing therapy.
Many of us insist on offering advice on how to live, which, considering that many bloggers have hardly had time to have had a life, smacks somewhat of self-importance and pretension. All of which makes me seriously question whether we should consider ourselves writers just because we have a compulsion to write and inflict it on others.
Surely writers should have something new to impart? Surely we should have a totally unexpected take on the subject we choose? Surely we should have an original plot line for a story? Sadly, for many of us, we do not.
We are simply rehashing things from what we have already read or seen and since the internet has come along we have all read and seen a lot more things. This makes for very few original ideas anymore … especially the boringly ever-present stuff on zombies whose outcome you can guess every time.
If even Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code took its central plot idea from Holy Blood, Holy Grail by Baigent, Leigh and Lincoln’s 1982 book what hope is there for the rest of us?
I wish I could say I had the answer but I haven’t. If I had I would be bottling it and making a fortune.
And while I realise these thoughts might be desperately demoralising they are just my thoughts on the subject of originality and creativity … and I am suffering from a chocolate and alcohol overdose.
Ignore me … keep writing. I’ll just go and lie down in a darkened room, okay?
Wow, this writing therapy really works!