In my stolen moments, here and there, I’m a writer. Or at least that’s what I tell myself. I write blog posts. I write (or I have in the past anyway) terrible fan fiction. I write out comments on other blogs. I’ve even attempted, a couple times anyway, to write The Great American Novel.
But lately, I’ve had pretty severe writer’s block. I don’t know what I want to write about or how to go about doing it. I don’t have a SYSTEM the way a good writer is apparently SUPPOSED to do. I don’t map out characters or plot points or any of that. I just write and whatever ends up on the page (or screen rather) is what is supposed to be there I guess.
Camp NaNoWriMo is coming up in a month and I just..IDK. I want to participate but I don’t know what, if anything, I’m going to write about. I suppose I could take a second stab at the novel I started (and then accidentally deleted D:) back in November about a teenage girl and her pet unicorn who smokes, drinks and sleeps around because he’s an immortal being so OF COURSE he can do that. He was partly inspired by Denis Leary, who I adore because he’s a beautifully foul mouthed poet.
I don’t know. I want to write, but I just..I guess I’ll have to see where I am in a month and see what comes out of my brain which doesn’t seem terribly inspired at the moment. They always say “Write what you know.” but what I know is so BORING and has been done eighty four bazillion times. If I write what I do not know, I come off as fake and a poser.
What’s a writer to do?