Hitting the wall of bricks

This year my writing reached a momentary halt. In August 23rd 2014, I started writing at a rate of 500 a day. I have followed this ambition for quite some time. My hope was that pouring out words each day would be a clever way to author a book or two. I did hit a wall of bricks. This happened after 1400 days and 1.500.000 words. I created a habit of writing and an urge to do it every day. But I am in severe doubt when it comes to the content and style of my writing. This doubt has been growing ever since.

I did hit the wall a year ago, early 2019. We soon enter 2020. I have attended several writing courses. They all describe what a book should look like when ready for publishing and marketing. That is too far away for me. I am at the other end. How do I get from scene A to scene B and onwards? How do I handle my attitude versus old habits as to what I write about? How do I handle my habit of analyzing whatever problem I or my character encounter? Wouldn’t it be far better to face that problem and work me through it?

The other day I spoke to a fellow at the gym. His profession was as a journalist. He stared me in the eyes and told me to read. He spoke to me in such a way that his statement affected me. Several times, my fiancé has told me the same. I needed this foreigner to get this statement into my head and hand.

2019-12-29

Prosperous writing in 2020 to all of you