There are lot of myths we as writers tell ourselves, and which we take as orthodox about how we write.
“I can only write linearly. Scene by scene, otherwise it doesn’t work.”
“I need the right music, otherwise I’m thrown out of the story.”
“I need perfect silence to write.”
“I need inspirational art so I can see the story.”
I think a lot of this is about comfort. We get comfortable with a certain method, so we stick to it, through thick or thin. We ‘know’ what works, what doesn’t, and so we don’t have to challenge ourselves. And I think this eventually, often inevitably, leads to getting in a rut.
So when I get stuck (as I often do), I like to pretend I’m in a writing class/workshop. We, the imaginary class, get assignments that involve trying things we’ve never done before (word prompts, genre changes, the interwebs is full of stuff to try). And so I do the New Thing.
One of two things happen. I really enjoy the New Thing, and add it to my arsenal. Or I really hate the New Thing, and my fiery loathing goads me into writing just to spite it*.
It’s rarely the second, lol.
Digital artwork by Gidiminas Pranckevicius
*I may just be a wee bit immature, on occasion.