the breakdown to breakthrough
i had a kind of quiet meltdown yesterday. i did it all at the writing table. i arrived earlier than usual, the book pulled me out of my usual routine. i sat there, waiting for something, anything to tell me where to begin. i just got ovewhelmed by the worldbuilding, trying to get the underpinnings right so this thing will stand up. by lunchtime i seriously considered going back to bed and watching the real housewives of atl marathon. but i sat there and wrestled with the questions that most writers face (although percival says that he doesn’t stress). am i doing the right thing? am i doing it in the right way? should i have just stayed, oh a secretary or something? this hesitation was nothing but fear in physical form. i could feel it in my body, this visceral desire to flee. i anchored myself down and asked the book what it needed. bravery it answered. i need bravery. i had none, so i looked elsewhere and found an interview with junot diaz at the sydney writers festival. it helped.
