“You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.” – Jack London
I read an interesting article today about writer’s daily word counts. It made me think about the writers that I’ve heard say they can’t write because they’re blocked. Writer’s block is a very real thing, I suppose, but it’s not something that I’ve ever really struggled with.
There was a time after my mom passed away that I didn’t write.
I was in the 7th grade when I first discovered Stephen King. A friend said to me, “Have you read Cujo yet?” Now, I’ve always been a reader. It’s a side-effect of being a military brat. The travel, the enclosed bases, the general boredom of knowing that no matter when you do, your Dad will know about it before you get home – all of these things contributed to my love of reading. It was a safe way to have an adventure without getting into any trouble. But I will admit, I didn’t have any idea what book she was talking about.
That was 1981. Cujo hadn’t been out long. But the school library had it, so I checked it out and I read it in two days. And when I finished it, I went back to the library and checked out everything else they had by Stephen King. Then I sought out everything I could find, and when I finished those, I waited impatiently for the each of the next books to come out.
I was hooked, but more than being hooked, I wanted to write the way King does.