This writerly craft

Writing.

I talk about it a lot on this blog. In fact, over the years, this blog has steadily migrated from being about my life, to being a platform to discuss Gentoo, to its recent rebranding as a pulpit where I whine and talk about writing.

Today is no different.

Not for the first time, I idly wonder if there isn’t a little ADD in my life. My attention wanders, and the next thing I know I’ve spent hours obsessively staring at a screen, watching episodes of Lost. Part of it is that between the voluminous amounts of snow, I find myself lacking the motivation to write (not related to the wondering of ADD). I know full well that I should be at a keyboard in my off work times, hacking away at either short stories or the novel (or its outline, which, to be fair, I have written some of). But instead I distract myself. I watch TV shows, play Bayonetta, all displays of no self control and that obviously have no bearing on my completing a story.

But why? Sure, its not surprise there’s a lack of self control in my life (I mean, look at me), but writing’s usually something I have no problem digging into.

Then it strikes me.

Is this…is this writer’s block? I’d always assumed writer’s block was not being able to figure out what words to use next, but could it manifest itself as self-sabotaging your own writing by allowing yourself to be needless distracted?

Shnike.