It’s time for another group posting of the Insecure Writer’s Support Group! Time to release our fears to the world or offer encouragement to those who are feeling neurotic. If you’d like to join us, click on the tab above and sign up. We post the first Wednesday of every month. Every month, the organisers announce a question that members can answer in their IWSG Day post. Remember, the question is optional!!! Let’s rock the neurotic writing world! Our Twitter handle is @TheIWSG and hashtag is #IWSG.

July 7th optional question – What would make you quit writing?

Whatever it is, I haven’t discovered it. I’ve kept working through sickness, deaths in the family, divorces, the pandemic, the kids’ dramas, you name it. I took a break when I finished my trilogy The Chronicles of Aden Weaver, but that was fine. It didn’t occur to me to be scared I’d never write again. This year, for the first time, I wondered if the writing was going to quit me. I’ve heard many authors say this over the years that after completing each book they feared that it was the last. Well, that had never been a problem for me in the past. I had never experienced “writer’s block,” there had been a constant flow of prose since the day I learned how to hold a pen. Even as preschoolers, my brother and I used to play storytelling games. Stories came easily. And I loved it so much. Growing up powerless – the third child from a big family cramped inside a small house – creating stories was a great escape. The hours would disappear.

Writing was my secret super power! My window to glory.

At fifteen I started keeping a journal, and I still write in one every day. Writing as therapy continued, proving a terrific release valve throughout my life. It is wonderfully cathartic. In fact, I have preached at Toastmasters and elsewhere about the “benefits of having a creative outlet.” Everyone needs a creative way to express themselves, and storytelling has always been mine. It didn’t occur to me to be scared until I walked away from publishing my trilogy and thought, what next?

I released The Chronicles of Aden Weaver in October 2021, collapsing with relief. The exhaustion was so complete that for the first time in my life I took six months off to recover.

When the time came to start the next book, I looked at that empty page and shook like a leaf in the wind. There were no words boldly appearing from nowhere, no inklings for stories. The muse had gone strangely silent.

I was wandering in the wilderness, let me tell you. It was a scary place to be. To not be able to write was hideous. Disenfranchised: a writer not writing, a storyteller not working on a story, like being cast adrift, existing in a weird state of limbo or stasis with no sense of direction. “Writer’s block” is a gnarly ride. An uneasy month went by. My life was still wonderful. I love my kids, friends, my family, and my home. I enjoy looking after this property, but here’s the thing, we all need a creative outlet.

I wasn’t fully enjoying life and without my author’s work I was never fully at ease in my skin. I wasn’t ME.

Each weekend I faced the enormity of the empty page, doing my relaxation techniques, and freewriting. Eventually, this started the cogs turning, and that was the best feeling to break through the blockade. What a relief to write again! I sat down and “blathered away,” as my grandmother would say, no longer floating idle, no longer rudderless.

The rush of joy reassured me. The muse was back, full of ideas. I was still in the author business.

Writing stories, I have realized, is not just about getting the words from head to page, or crafting them until they take on a high sheen. Being an author is a way of life. At this stage I don’t know whether I’ll ever self publish again. What I know is I must write stories to know my purpose. Now, I feel aligned in my skin, that my wheels are back on the tracks and life has meaning. It doesn’t get any better than that.

There’s a Carl Jung quote that goes,what did you do as a child that made the hours pass like minutes. Herein lies the key to your earthly pursuits.’

What did you love to do? I’m interested to know.

Keep Writing!

Yvette Carol

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“Publication of a book is a misery… writing to write and enjoy it, that’s the best—it’s the Eden that we writers lose.” ~ Anon

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Comments
  1. emaginette says:

    You might not have to try too hard, inspiration hits me at the strangest times. It could do the same to you. 🙂

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    • yvettecarol says:

      Yes. I find I have to be relaxed to receive the inspired thoughts. Now that I’m flowing again, I sometimes I get ideas out walking and have to employ memory techniques to remember them!

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  2. I wrote in my diary and day-dreamed. ha. I’m an open book. Hi Yvette!

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  3. cleemckenzie says:

    I’m glad you haven’t found anything to stop you from writing. That’s excellent news as is the new book! Hurray!

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    • yvettecarol says:

      Thanks for the encouragement! I’m so happy to be underway it’s simply lovely. However, I’m also not feeling fixated on the publishing side of things. I read a comment left on another IWSG post today where the writer said she’d reached the stage she was happy if she never published anything again, she was content with the legacy she was leaving in the books she had already released. I thought that it would be nice to stop worrying about the publication side for a while and get back to the essence of it, too. How nice would it be to write purely for the joy again.

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  4. Olga Godim says:

    Inspiration comes and goes on its own schedule. And you need a break once in a while. So I see a common thread in your story.
    As for me, the best I ever felt since I was a kid was making up stories in my head, inventing characters and their adventures, playing them out as a theater for one – myself.
    I didn’t start writing down my stories, didn’t even consider it, until I was almost 50, but the stories were always there. No surprise I ended up as a writer. My only regret is: I didn’t discover fiction writing sooner. Imagine: I might’ve been famous if I started writing in my 20s. :)) Maybe… One can always dream, right?

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    • yvettecarol says:

      That’s it, when the bliss is there you should follow. Joseph Campbell said something like that, I’m probably paraphrasing horribly. Yes, one should dream always and forever. I actually think it’s really important to dream. Maybe because you waited until you were almost fifty to start writing, you had accrued that much more wisdom about life and that you’ve come at writing full impact.

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  5. Victoria Marie Lees says:

    Oh my gosh, Yvette! My brother and I used to create stories, or rather scripts, of our favorite TV shows and perform them in our basement with our friends. All the luck with your writing. Have a beautiful weekend!

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    • yvettecarol says:

      Thank you, Victoria. Wow, we’ve got a similarity there. That’s so cool you guys were creating stories or scripts at such a young age. Looking back, I wonder whether I was enjoying the games more than my brother! LOL.

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  6. So glad that the words came back!

    I used to write stories when I was a kid, too. That’s been on my mind a lot lately, but I had never seen that Carl Jung quote before. I like it. Thanks!

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  7. Writing is such an intimate super power. It’s a conversation with the self that others get to read when we publish. There is such power in our words and our stories. I can’t imagine a world without words.

    Q

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