I have another great tip on writer's block this week. This one was sent in by Christine Tyler (author of past tips #73 and #79) who blogs at The Writer Coaster. Please give her a visit!
Tricking Yourself out of Writer's Block:Ever have trouble getting past BICHOK (Butt in Chair, Hands on Keyboard)? A lot of people will tell you to "just jump in," but that sometimes seems easier said than done. Here is how I get my toes in the water first.To start, think of where you are in your story. Whether it's "in a castle" or "at the beginning?"
Then, think of who is in the scene. "Joe" or "his frozen lizard friend" will do.This is not an exact science. Write where you are and who is there up at the top of your page to remind you.Then, write "what?"Decide who is asking it and have another character answer. Or have them answer it themselves if they're alone.Write down the answer, whatever it is.Let it be stupid-sounding. Start with dialogue, and then jot down notes of anything you see in your head. Keep it to one or two words. Write questions down as they come to mind. Write the answers if you have them. If you don't, move on and think about it later. Personally, I like to keep a lot of white-space so things don't look too cluttered. I also feel more productive because it takes up space.I find that when I do this, I involuntarily start writing snippets of my scene until I'm writing my manuscript with a full-blown muse.Afterward, I just skim my "notes" off the top like cream off a pitcher of milk, and keep the good stuff.It looks a bit like this:Outside stupid hot-pocket factory that looks like a castle for some reasonJoe, Steve, George
"The crystal. We have to get it."
"Why don't you get it?"
"Because you're the one with the frozen lizard carcass that we need to get into the hot-pocket factory."No really why doesn't he get it? Frozen lizard carcass?Lizard talks.Not frozen. Surprise!
Pink tongue. Pet fly.
How do they get in?
Throw George at door.Mahogany. Metal strip things like olden-times.~Christine
George sneaks under door.
The door creaked like the backside of Joe's Grandma after The Great Bean Picnic. Flags featuring microwaveable goodies whapped in the breeze, but the turrets were empty. Guards usually went boating on the weekend, and the weather on this particular Saturday was exceptional. Joe and Steve crept after George, his tail making silent S's in the dust...(and I'm off!)