Writer’s Flood

My big problem isn’t writer’s block. It’s writer’s flood. I have so many story ideas floating about that sometimes I feel like I’m drowning. I’m not a great one at making decisions (my astrologer friends would say that’s because I have Libra rising), but I am pretty good at coming up with interesting story ideas.

The two character attributes don’t always play well together.

Many days, I will sit down to write, and look at the vast number of started stories, half-written outlines, drafts in various stages of revision, and collections of notes. An hour later, I’m still looking, and not a word has been written.

I know the “just open one and start writing” advice, and have even heard myself give it to others. However, giving advice, and following it, are two different critters. I’ll point and poise to click, change my mind, point at something else, and often wind up still facing indecision when writing time is over and I have to attend to other responsibilities.

I think what I need is an old fashioned dartboard. Instead of numbered circles, I’d just pin a note with a title into each ring, and throw a dart. Of course, with my aim, and the fact that I have animals running about…. Maybe that’s not such a great idea.

Little slips of paper in a hat? That might be safer. Toss them in, shake them up, close my eyes, and pick. Knowing me, I would probably be unhappy with the choice, and spend the rest of the day putting the paper back in the hat and trying again.

I know of many other writers who have several projects in the works at the same time. Maybe what I have to do is stop thinking that I have to select one and see it through. Maybe I really should just close my eyes and choose, each day, and not worry if tomorrow’s choice is the same one as today’s.

I love to write. I’m happiest when I’m writing. I guess I need to stop worrying about what I should be writing today, and just write. Not because I have to, but because it makes me happy to do so.

Maybe the issue is not one of time, or procrastination, or writer’s flood. Maybe it’s just that I’ve gotten to tied up in writing as work I have forgotten that, first and foremost, it’s a game I love to play.

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