Does it have sex in it?
If so, get writing, doggone it! I wanna read it!
Writing isn’t as fun as thinking about what you’ll write. Do that some and then play Grand Theft Auto. That’s the system that works for me.
You do know that Shakespeare already did that one, don’t you?
On a serious note … congratulations. I spent three years, off and on, writing my first manuscript. (Okay, to be technical, it’s my only manuscript to date.) At some point in the process, the work reached a critical mass, and it simply wasn’t possible not to finish it. I shopped it around for a while (the very first agent I sent it to liked it, started talking about movie rights and overseas publication and a whole bunch of other head-spinning stuff, then went and died just to spite me; after that, 30 straight rejection letters from other agents) and finally quit. I’m working on a different novel now, and I’ve got that one in the drawer ready to go when the publishing world is clamoring for a followup to my first bestseller.
I think it was Lewis Grizzard who said (paraphrasing): “Writing is easy. Just sit at a typewriter and wait until you sweat blood.”
Good for you, jar. You can do this. You know it, too.
Bren_Cameron, are you going to do NaNoWrMo this year? I’m getting in the mood already, lots of story ideas tumbling through my head, soon to read the outline stage.
Er, that’s not cheating, is it? So long as I don’t write any actual text, background research and outlines are allowed, I think.
I usually take a nap when I get writer’s block. 15 minutes of lying on my back, mulling over where to go next is usually enough to recharge my batteries and remotivate.
I’m currently printing out a 17-line poem and a 8-page short story to send out for scholarships to send my poor butt to college, so I can get going on becoming that writer I’ve wanted to be since I was a kid. And with that said, I have to get back to work.
I’m planning on it. Right now I’m cleaning up the pile of stuff that this year’s NaNo produced. Then, once I drop it in the mail, I’m going to start thinking seriously about the next one. I’ve got a vague outline–very, very vague, but I’ve found that nothing clarifies a story quite like actually sitting down to write it, at least for me.
Nope, that’s not cheating–outlines are completely fine, according to the FAQ. Hey, maybe I should try outlining, I wonder if it would help me any…
I win the procrastination award. Really. Last night, as I was finishing up chapter 1 for GOOD and ALL, I spilled a diet coke all over my keyboard, so today I had to go downtown to buy a new one, and ended up buying speakers, a new cellphone, lunch, an eyebrow wax, an external hardrive and some flowers.
But TONIGHT! The writing will be complete.
So was the writing completed?
Throw in an insane elder god, a nubile heroine, some cleavage for the pic on the back jacket, and I’ll give it a read.
A bit of advice: buy the speakers and the drive after you hit a milestone. Rewarding yourself beforehand is no way to break out of your procrastinating.
He was a dark and stormy knight…
The writing is complete, it’s in the mail, and now I’m going out drinking to have adventures to fill out the rest of the book with…
That is IF I run into any ex-convicts.
You did remember to put a stamp on it, right?
You writers. You get yourselves into the most spectacular messes, and justify it all in the name of experience.
Hey, jarbaby, YAY. This is indeed deserving of a night on the town.
Way to go, JAR! On so many levels, too (the interest in the book, the actual writing, the drinking, it’s all good). 
Ever had a dream, and then woken up and gone “Woah! That’d make a good novel!”.
No?
Well… screw you.
Don’t you hate that? Bolding mine