Becuase I've been so lucky in having plays I've written produced and 'realised', I've been getting into a bit of trouble lately.
Whereas before, when nobody was seeing the writing, I didn't give a shit what I wrote - I would leg out any kind of old crap and just enjoy the freefall magic of producing - but now I sometimes feel the weight of a potential audience on my back.
The result is that I tread more carefully in my writing, thinking things through carefully as I go, honing the sentences, the meter and even the bloody puctuation, God help us.
This is no good.
I am no longer practicing what I preach, which is the old adage, "don't get it right, get it written.'
I am dicking around when I should be lashing the product out without care for the finished article.
All of that 'polishing-shit' needs to come later.
The writer is a sculptor who must first make his own block of stone from which to carve his Art. Too many of us try to fashion our literary statue from scratch... too many of us fail.
We need a rough block of stone/wood/words which we can later toy with and make perfect. 'Toying with' is easy - it's getting that bloody block of... whatever, that is the curse.
So I'm fed up honing and dithering around - I'm going back to basics.
I'm going to try some free-writing for while - write anything for a set period (ten minutes works for me). No editing, no typo correcting, no stopping.
If you can't think of anything to write, you write about the fact that you can't think about anything to write (savvy?).
To add to the monastic churning effect I seek, I'm using a dinky little programme called 'Dark Room' which just offers you a black screen and some green text - no fancy formatting gizmos or widgets, just me and the words.
I just finished a little session before I wrote this and boy but it's liberating.
I don't have to get it right - not right now - I just have to get it writtten.
And I will... by golly I will.