Crap Block

I don’t have writer’s block.  I’m writing.  But I’m not writing anything worth a damn.  I’m spewing crap onto the page.

I’ve got 5 or 6 things in draft, but none of it is worth seeing the light of day.

I have Crap Block.  My brain is blocked with nothing but crap and that is what lands on the page.

I want to write.  I’ve got the urge to write.  That itch that propels me toward the keyboard is there.  But what is happening between my brain and my fingertips is pure crap.

What’s the cure for Crap Block?

© 2017 Penny Wilson

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I am a freelance writer that writes in several genres. I've had a successful blog with a growing and loyal following for more than 5 years. I've written articles for Counseling Directory .org, Introvert Dear .com and WOW Women on Writing. I'm currently working on my first novel. You can find more of my writings on my blog at: https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow me on Twitter @pennywilson123.
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10 Responses to Crap Block

  1. Best cure I know of is grab a piece of nice chocolate then sit in a chair with your feet up and read a good book. In an hour you’ll be ready to write again – maybe 2 hours, sometimes 3 hours. 🙂

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  2. wish I knew – all I can say is that I have many hundreds of draft files of crap – I revisit them periodically and sometimes I even manage to rehabilitate one and publish it – but most just sit in my writing folders taunting me – some at 10 and 12 years old

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  3. Walk away. Just walk away. Either don’t write or start something new. Often a break is all you need. Inspiration and creativity cannot be forced. When it works, it works. When it doesn’t, well, it’s crap. This happens. You will write again with that sweet flow of words from brain to keyboard.

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  4. superwifeandmummy says:

    Penny,

    Imagine you’re walking through a snowy, magical forest. You come to a gorgeous, picturesque cottage. You enter and the rustic, warm atmosphere engulfs you…the smell of cinnamon and nutmeg fill your senses and you look in the corner of the cozy, perfect room and see… and old, wooden chest.
    You have the key.
    You slowly approach and unlock it. What’s inside ?

    Cured?

    Much affection,
    Maria X

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