When I started writing, I had a very skewed preconception of writing. Somehow in my head, I thought writers were these bohemian radical people who spent their lives reading and occasionally knocked out a couple of hundred words before returning to bed. How wrong was I?
The thing about writing, and I never understood this until I started it myself, is that is consumes you. Like seriously, completely takes over your life. You can't eat properly, or sleep at normal times. Even when you do switch off the light, the characters and what you are planning next eats away at you and plays on your mind. There are days where you feel like you are born to write. The words drip effortlessly from your brain, and the right words, the right phrases gush like rainwater.
Then there are days like today. I know what I want to write. I know why I need to write it. I actually want to write it. But sitting here now, I just can't get started. Never have I felt so frustrated! Every single time I write a sentence, I seem to dislike it. It seems too cliche, or too descriptive or too whiny and juvenile. I've never experienced anything like it. When you're planning a lesson and don't know how to present the topic, you tend to look around and steal what other teachers have already done. With writing your own novel, you can't seem to do that. Not without blatantly plagiarising the words of of a better writer.
I've got my setting established. I have two main characters who I have developed. The reader knows their appearance, their personalities (albeit changing at the novel progresses), and bits of their background are starting to be drip fed to the reader. I know where it is going, and I know exactly how I want it all to end.
But for some reason, the words just aren't there today!!!! Why?????????
All advice appreciated.