On Not Writing
November 9, 2017 § 47 Comments
This is the blog post I didn’t write because it was a terrible idea. So why even start?
This is the blog post I didn’t write because the ceiling was leaking.
This is the post I didn’t write because I couldn’t figure out the coffeemaker and then I knocked it over.
This is the post I didn’t write because jet lag.
This is the post I didn’t write because the goddamn neighbor’s goddamn TV is so goddamn loud I can make out words through the wall.
This is the post I didn’t write because Facebook made me mad. And sad.
This is the post I didn’t write because I sat down and then the doorbell rang.
This is the post I didn’t write because I’d rather take a walk and self-care is important.
This is the post I didn’t write because don’t force it.
This is the blog post I half-assed through before deadline and I can always put it in Drafts and write something better, at some other time, when my mood and surroundings will be perfect.
This is the free-form piece I begrudgingly typed because even poorly chosen words I will later delete count and I can tick it off in my Productive app and the app will make a pleasing sound like Pavlov’s Writer.
This is the morning I should feel lucky and privileged to get to write while lots of other people go to real jobs and do real things like grown-ups.
Goddamn that TV is loud.
This is the blog post I’m forcing myself to write while children play ball and shriek in Spanish in the schoolyard my Airbnb backs up to.
This is what I am writing instead of the grant proposal I promised to write, instead of the novel I should be working on, instead of the memoir proposal I should also be working on, instead of just freeing myself to write anything in my notebook and open many doors and explore details more thoroughly like my respected teacher told me to.
This is me writing instead of nudging the teacher for feedback on the manuscript I sent even though I warned him it was really bad.
This is the writing I do through self-doubt and worry and too many things on my list. This is the writing I do instead of knocking on the wall and telling the neighbor to please, please turn it down even just a little. This is the writing I do before I go buy a sticky pad and leave a passive-aggressive post-it on their door. This is the writing I do because yes, I’m lucky and yes, it’s not coal-mining and yes, lots of people think they want this life of staying in a cool fun neighborhood in London all by myself with nowhere I have to be on time, because the price of having the life you want is living the life you have.
This is the blog post that says you are not alone in your bad mood and imperfect surroundings and terrible ideas. That I am not alone in sadness and jet lag and irritation and the antsy pull to get out of the chair and do something, anything else. To get out of my life and do something else, except there is nothing else I want to do as much as I want to write and not writing is worse than writing (not by much).
This is checking my tool box and wondering where the secret tool that makes it easy is. This is suspecting everyone else has the secret tool and they’re all only pretending it’s hard so I don’t feel bad.
This is ridiculous envy.
This is the typing before the writing starts, the typing or scribbling or concentrated thinking without an electronic device, the commitment to sit down and write, whether or not it sucks. This is moving the fingers or the pen on an empty tank and hoping the act of moving will make it full. This is watching the word count tick up past the imposter mark.
This is facing the empty page today and knowing it will be there again tomorrow.
This is saying, come get me empty pages. I’m not ready but I’m here anyway.
This is writing anyway.
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Allison K Williams is Brevity’s Social Media Editor and the author of Seven Drafts: Self-Edit Like a Pro from Blank Page to Book. Want writing news, events, and upcoming webinars? Join the A-List!
Reblogged this on O LADO ESCURO DA LUA.
great job
it just proves how stressful life can be
OMG HOW MUCH DO I LOVE THIS? SO MUCH! Thank you for another kick-ass blog post, Allison K. Williams.
So glad you liked it ❤
Reblogged this on CL Pauwels at Large and commented:
To explain (not excuse!) my blog drought:
“This is the writing I do through self-doubt and worry and too many things on my list.”
Reblogged this on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog.
I get it.
Love this.
“This is the writing I do through self-doubt and worry and too many things on my list.”
Because it is raining and I will not get an early walk on sand and I should be writing for NaNo instead of here.
Your brutal honesty always make me feel better, less alone. Stunning, as usual, Allison.
I’m glad it connected because it’s nice to not be the only one ❤
I love, love, love this! Wonderful. Thank you.
Fabulous. And so laughingly/painfully true. Will share this with credit. I know many writers who will appreciate it!
Thank you!
Thank you for calling it what it is. I so connected. Wonderful piece!
Great writing. Welcome in real life. LOL
Shared post on Twitter. Write anyway! A good reminder that writing doesn’t necessarily have to be « writing » to count.
Thanks for passing it along! And yes, so much yes 🙂
Allison, you’re a fantastic free-thinker and brilliantly in my head. Thanks for reminding me we’re all in the same boat. I’m forwarding your post to other suffering writers.
Solidarity 🙂 Thank you!
“…there is nothing else I want to do as much as I want to write…” Sums it up quite well…
Ditto Sarah’s comment. This is wonderful and relatable. Thank you for getting THIS post done. I’ve forwarded this to my writer friends and to my writing students.
Thank you for passing it along – sometimes, just start typing 🙂
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“…because the price of having the life you want is living the life you have.” Uh huh. Yup. You did it. I can too.
“The price of having the life you want is living the life you have.”
This is a writing that many could use to read and they don’t know it and are far and just about to slam on the wall. Thank you.
Love this. It’s raw and real and candid.
Thanks for this encouragement.
Thank you. Just what I needed to get me off my backside and into my study. Just need to stop myself from tidying my desk.
Also need to stop thinking about the fact that I was recently in London staying in a trendy neighbourhood in an AirBnB and it would have been great to meet and then we could have spent more time talking and not writing!
Next time! I actually spent a chunk of tonight in a Pret with a writing-together group – we basically ignored each other and got work done. So worth it! Looking forward to crossing paths 🙂
Let me know if you are ever in Australia. I like the idea of writing together group. That could work for me.
Loved the blog post you didn’t write! Sure can relate to it too.
You mean I’m not the only one?! Bless you! [This is brilliant, BTW]
So true and soooo funny too 😂😂😂
Reblogged this on Write Through It and commented:
Can anyone out there not relate to this? Here’s a bracing dose of “how to keep going.”
Oh my oh my oh my… Yup. I have a list too of why I haven’t written or revised today, yesterday… the whole week. Sigh. Pulled out my favourite fountain pen so I can get off the computer for a while and actually WRITE past my own ‘Imposter line’ which is a stark thick line these days. Thank you so much!!
fun enjoyable believable yup
This is the comment I write because I’m not going to make that nonfiction contest deadline. 😛
Brilliant work.
I love reading how actual humans write, instead of the fiction presented in many books about writing! Thank you.
Love this poem!
For the past decade I’ve started and let go of blogs and platforms because why write, why do these people care what I have to say or what I’ve experienced at 13, 17, 20, 23…. here we are again called back into the public realm because the call to write is loud and the need to be public is something I loath but I’m digging in and finding purpose, so thank you for allowing me to identify with the need to write even somewhat begrudgingly at times.
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Brilliant! Thank you for not writing.
LOL I’m only now commenting on this because …blogging takes so much of my life. I love this ! Especially the line about this is the blog I’m writing instead of working on my novel. I hear you. I started the blog to build the platform agents demand to support the novels I’m writing. Only now, I have far less time to write fiction because there’s always another blog post “due.” January–I’m changing my life completely in January😉
Oh I hear you right back 🙂 I’m so looking forward to the start of a new writing year!
Reblogged this on Notes from An Alien and commented:
So you think you might want to be a writer? Or maybe you are a writer?
Today’s re-blog will either warn you or console you—either way, it’s quite the Tale 🙂