So, apparently, I've figured out the form in which my writer's block manifests. It's not that I can't write. It's that I can't write the thing I'm supposed to be writing. You would think a request from a publisher for a full of the manuscript would be enough to motivate me. And it is. I am motivated. I want to write what I'm supposed to be writing. But it's not coming. The story's there, I know what it is, but there seems to be a brain-to-finger misfire going on.
Instead, stories that are on the back burner, and that should be there for a while to come, are percolating over. Demanding attention. Keeping me awake at night. That can be good--as in the completion of my novella In the Service of the King, which is almost ready to be sent to Harlequin. Or it can be less useful, as when the first of my fallen angels kept me awake until two in the morning the other night and I ended up spending the next day and a half writing the opening scene of that book, Merrick's Chance. Problem is, I don't even know that story yet. So while the opening scene is cemented in my head, and I know some of the major plot points, I have no idea yet what the connective tissue is for that story. I'm not ready to write you, Merrick! Leave me alone! Merrick's not the only misbehaving creature in my stable. In an ideal world, Harlequin will like my novella enough to want the other six kings to take life on the page as well, which has Aleksei, my next vampire warrior king, already knocking on my brain case seeking attention.
I suppose new ideas are better than no ideas as a form of writer's block, but it sure would be nice if my muse would settle her bad self down and cooperate on the book that needs to be written.
What form does your writer's block take? And what do you do to break it?
Thanks for reading,