For the last few months I have had a vexing and annoying writer’s block. I have attempted to write, trying to record ideas and thoughts I have for my story, but to no avail – the writing felt stilting and soulless, it lacked life and vigour. I tried over and over, every time becoming more and more downcast, I thought imagination and the will to write had left me all together. I felt like my time as a ‘pretend aspiring author’ had come to an end. I put away my manuscripts, and spent my time on other things, putting my stories at the back of my mind and trying to forget.
I had been so busy with settings and plot and wondering what people would like or think, that I had forgotten my character. I was attempting to mould him into something else, I was betraying who he was to make allowances to what people normally like in a hero. I had taken who he was and made him into a clone of some other character, I had taken away his identity, and so, he was no more. With that, I had taken away the heart and soul of my story – no wonder it was dying.
After an experience in which I believe my eyes were opened, I realized many things about myself and my writing – I have to be true to both of them. Why should I try to force my character to be someone else, as I do, he needs to be unique and his own man.
I am not sure if my writer’s block has left altogether, but today I am happy to say that I got inspiration, a clear idea of my character for the first time in months…. I didn’t realize how much I missed him. 🙂