Getting productive with the produce

I must confess: I’ve been stepping out with a tomato.

I hate to strut on in to the confessional box, but I’ve been kicking ass and taking names this month, for I have discovered the mental nitrate that is the pomodoro. Pomodoros are very simple: here’s how you do one.

  1. Get a timer and set it for 25 minutes
  2. While the timer is running, work steadily on your task. Do not answer your phone, check your email, facebook, twitter. Do not go to the bathroom. You are WORKING, and nothing else, for the next 25 minutes.
  3. When the timer goes off, pencils down. Midsentence, mid thought. Stop. Pat yourself on the back and reset for 5 minutes. This 5 minutes is exclusively for farting around. Go bumble around in the kitchen, do some sun salutations, play with a rubix cube, give your kid a wet willie. Whatever. You can look at the internet if you want, but total disconnection from the machine is most restful.
  4. 5 minutes up? Mark an X on a spare sheet of paper. You have completed one pomodoro. Set your timer back at 25 minutes and go again.

The imposed structure of the pomodoro technique means that you work through the hard stuff, where you’d normally get frustrated and take a break (never to return) and stop when you’re hot, so that you’re chomping at the bit to get back to it. The breaks keep you from burning yourself out, so you can work all morning and not feel washed out for the rest of the day.

I started doing my pomodoros with an egg timer, because I find the quiet ticking sound to be essential— it’s unobtrusive but reminds me that time is running out. After a few days I switched to the free Android app, PomLife. I like the app because I can tweak the settings to have a faintly audible ticktok and a vibrating buzzer, which is ideal for working when the kid’s in bed.  I can also keep to do lists, and it’s really gratifying to see that, for example, it took me 10 pomodoros to complete the edits I received from my last class submission.

I don’t do poms every day, only on those occasions when I don’t get a chance to write until after 8 pm, and I’m wiped from my daily hausfrau grind. It’s only 25 minutes. I mean….…I can do that. And once I do one, I can usually kick out another. Now I’m in a groove where I’m putting in solid work every single day and feeling very encouraged by the results. Steady, flowing, unblocked— it’s a fantastic feeling, and I recommend it to anyone who’s got something that needs doing. So, you know, everybody.

Want to write? Don’t starve your brain.

I mentioned in my last post that I had participated in an experiment along with S. C. Green. The idea was to avoid all media input for one week. The hope was, that once divorced from all of this external stuff, we would bloom with new stories, new ideas. I had some doubts about that, but figured it was worth trying.

I learned a lot about myself during that week. And I did make serious inroads on a longer short story, finishing the first draft shortly after the week was up, something that would not have happened if I had not participated in S.C.’s experiment.

But the story was something I had started writing before I deprived myself of books. I already knew my plot and characters, I just needed to discipline myself to push through the hard parts. After I finished it, I felt listless. Anxious. At sea. And I had no new ideas to work on.

I hadn’t gotten a single new idea the entire week of the experiment. Which, honestly, was what I had expected. I found I wasn’t enjoying my daily runs half so much as I normally did, without a story to worry at and dream about.

And then I did a stupid thing. I kind of don’t know why, except that I do stupid things sometimes. You could call it a signature move. Anyway, I continued to hold myself back from reading. I knew that I certainly wouldn’t write anything if I allowed myself the pleasure of reading a new book. And I really wanted to write. So I didn’t read, and I didn’t write. Instead, I remained restless and adrift.

Finally, wanting to escape myself as much as anything else, I caved and cracked open the first book of Robin Hobb’s Liveship Traders series. I’d greatly enjoyed her Farseer Trilogy and was ready to plunge back into her world. I read the book, Ship of Magic, like I was starving.

Because I was.


Guess what happened the next day, as I went for my run? If you guessed, new story idea, you get a cookie. So I guess I must modify my Inspiration Equation thusly: (READING)(music + movement)= story ideas.

Writers are readers, first and foremost. That’s why we all started writing, is it not? Books? If you are not making time to read, both in your chosen writing genre and out of your genre, every day, you are starving your brain of the nutriments it needs to create. And starving your imagination is just another way of giving yourself writer’s block.

So, don’t be stupid like me. Read. Every day.

Beating the Demon: Depressive Writer’s Block

By Amy McLane

Writer’s block is fear. Fear of inadequacy, fear of ineptitude, fear of ridicule. It is entropy, and it whispers “you can’t” in your ear until you listen.

I find my own writer’s block can manifest in a couple of different forms.  I experience it most frequently as procrastination. I fiddle away my time on gossip sites, play Minesweeper or Solitaire, reorganize my desk. Usually I am avoiding writing a difficult scene or doing some heavy editing. For me, this block can be defeated by a little gumption. Some commitment is necessary, like an egg timer, a prompt, a word count, a deadline, or my personal favorite: making a cup of coffee, shutting the office door, and disabling the internet connection.

That kind of writer’s block is annoying, like a dripping faucet when you are trying to sleep. But sometimes procrastination can root, and grow into something much uglier. Days turn into weeks, weeks into months. Suddenly you realize how long it’s been since you wrote, and despair fills you. You are strangled, mute. You have nothing to say, no story to tell, and even if you did it would not be worth telling. You always thought the point of your life was to write, and you’re not doing it. You’re in a creative black hole. Welcome to Depressive Writer’s Block.

Like any other form of depression, you need to get active, get help. Here’s how you can start.

First off, look around you. Is your environment contributing to your writer’s block? More specifically, is your job crushing your soul? Is someone in your life, friend or lover, sucking up every moment of time and thought and energy you have? Is your home life unstable?

Make a change. Make a break. Brush off your resume, and in the meantime defy The Man by writing on lunch breaks. Dump your toxic friends and lovers. Move out of your unstable home as quickly as you can. And in the midst of this, identify who is good for you, who helps stabilize your life, and confide in them, even if that person is just yourself. There’s nothing wrong with walking alone. It means you’re in total control of the situation.

But, you can’t stay an island. Writing is an isolating activity, and isolation breeds depressive thoughts. Join a writer’s group. If meeting other writers feels too scary (we are a rather weird bunch), try an online writer’s group like Critters or OWWSF&F. If you are like me and need face to face contact to feel like you’re part of a writing community, go down to your local community college and sign up for a class. It shouldn’t be too expensive, and it’ll get the ball rolling. You can always Google an instructor to make sure they are a fit for you before joining.

If you’re too young to take a college class, try to work one into your school schedule, or see if there isn’t an after-school writer’s group you can join. If you can’t find one maybe you can start one with a friend. Alternatively, your local bookstore probably hosts writer’s groups, and they may be open to new people. Your local coffee shop is another good place to scout for a group.  Joining a group means you are surrounding yourself with other people who share the same dream as you. They may be on a different part of the path than you, but that’s okay, if you leave your ego at the door. After all, the instructor isn’t the only one who can teach you things.

Now try this: reread old stories with a gentle eye. Pick the one you think the best and submit it somewhere. Tell yourself it’s just a lark, and that you’re starting a form rejection letter collection. Expect nothing else, and if you get something else, even if it’s just a hand scribbled note on your form rejection, you’ll be pleased instead of disappointed. Stephen King got so many rejections the nail he impaled them on eventually fell off the wall, overwhelmed by sheer volume. See if you can’t beat that. Even though you’re being lighthearted about it, each submission is another step to professional publication.

If that makes you want to hide under the bed, try this: You keep telling yourself you’re lousy. So give yourself permission to be as lousy as you can be. Try to write the worst story in the world. Pretend you’re entering the Bulwer-Lytton Contest. Trick yourself into having fun. After a few paragraphs you might find you’ve warmed up enough to keep going.

Ultimately the key is this: You are NOT your writing. If critiques bruise you, if rejections crush you, if an unreceptive reader makes you rage or cry, remember, you are NOT your writing. The ego is a nasty beast and likes to get tangled up in your art. Create, then disengage. Honor your work by opening yourself to feedback. Be willing to change. It’s the only way you can grow, improve, and realize your dreams.

If none of this is remotely helpful to you, and you’re having some other problems too, read through this checklist and see if it isn’t time to seek professional help. It’s a popular myth that writers have to be miserable to write. It’s popular because it’s romantic- yes, it looks like I’m just sitting on my butt with a moleskine in front of me, but what I’m really doing is suffering. It’s not just a lie, it’s a silly lie. Some of us can write despite our misery, but very few of us write because of our misery.

If anyone has any other tips for beating the demon, or have anything else you’d like to add, please drop a note in the confession box.

Writer, Organize Thyself!

So here’s what I’ve been up to the last week or so. I’ve been writing a new action scene- I sent swarms of spiders to attack my sleeping protagonist. Uck, totally.

And I’ve been keeping my New Year’s Resolution, to organize myself.

I decided about a month ago that my novel felt unbalanced. So I decided to add a third POV character, Cloud. Cloud is a servant who witnesses much of my antagonist’s cruelties and manoeuvrings. She is also a mute by choice, having cut off her tongue to hold in her secrets. This is a choice that all of her people have made. It’s a pretty terrible secret. Cloud speaks in sign language, so it’s a fun opportunity for me to approach my sentence constructions in a different way. Right now I do know some of what happens to Cloud, but not everything. I wrote two chapters, but was not sure how to end the second one because I was not sure how many scenes Cloud would even have.  How was I even going to figure out what I was doing? I was stuck. So I busted out the Excel and made this:

No, I did not make a cat. I rescued a kitten, and he grew up into a cat that likes to lay on paper. I tried to explain to him that this photo would not make him internet-famous, but he doesn’t listen to me. Pretty much ever. Here’s a somewhat more useful photo:

So, this is an example timeline. The very first column is just chapter numbers. Any unwritten but planned chapter just gets a blank space. All following columns indicate at least day. Any incongruities in the time line are marked yellow. I also used blue to mark full moons, as they are plot-relevant in my story. You don’t see that here, because this is just a mock-up. Each POV character gets their own tint, so I don’t have to really read it to see what is going on. If you have gotten befuddled with your plot, characters, or timeline and find yourself drowning in post-it notes, yet unable to fix your problems, try charting things out so a different part of your brain can have a look-see. I highly recommend it.

The other thing I am doing to get organized is utilizing my shiny new A Working Writer’s Daily Planner 2010
Every day, I just write what I’ve done, writing-wise, for the day. Of course, the journal has a lot more bells and whistles than just offering a place to be accountable to oneself. Allow the publishers to demonstrate:

In a nutshell, Excel + AWWDP2010 = way more organized than usual.