My long-term writing project has not been going well lately.
I’ve been doubting the veracity of my work. I’ve been questioning my abilities. I’ve been wondering if I have anything really worthwhile to say. I’ve been cynical about my chances of finding a publisher when I’m finished. In the midst of this self-recrimination, my production has slipped rather badly.
My 9-year-old daughter, meanwhile, decided a few months ago that she would write a book of her own. In fact, since then she has started a second book. She is filling up notebooks with ideas, story lines and her own illustrations.
I overheard her talking to her mother the other day. “Mom, what’s it called when a writer can’t think of anything to write?” she asked. “That’s called writer’s block,” her mom replied.
“Well, I have the opposite of writer’s block. I have writer’s too much.”
I need to take lessons from that girl.