Nothing in the well to write about. I hate this feeling. I hate trying to force my writing to come out.
I haven’t written creatively since 2/15/16 and no matter what I try, I can’t seem to put pen to paper. This happens periodically, but this time it is life that is intruding on the writing.
I think I understand why people enjoy the “hooligans” so much these days. Being the “hero” hurts. It is painful and it is no fun. Better to decimate, conquer, and have fun no matter the cost.
Trying to write is hard. Trying to write about a hero that is suffering, but somehow pulls through despite it all is hard.
We (Americans, of which I am one) seem to want the “Easy Button.” If it isn’t easy, then (our) society says we’re doing something wrong.
What we’ve done in the postmodern world is that both our fiction and our society has begun to coalesce around the idea that “Nice Guys Finish Last.” IF you’re nice, then you’re never going to achieve or get anything. So be a “hooligan.”
I refuse. I refuse to be a hooligan in real life and refuse to write about them in fiction.
As a child of Star Wars, I can put it plainly, I want to read/write/watch/play things about the “Jedi,” not the “Sith.”
UBI SUNT? (“Where are They?”)
Why are mainstream publishers chasing the success things like Game of Thrones or Walking Dead to exclusion of all else. I can go to the bookstore and find a million clones of Game of Thrones, but nothing like David Eddings’ Belgariad or Tad Williams Memory, Sorrow, Thorn.
Brandon Sanderson once remarked on his podcast “Writing Excuses” that he almost got out of the Fantasy genre in the mid-90s because all they were producing was “Quest” books.
Well, now I’m where he was back then because all I see are Game of Thrones/Walking Dead “nihilism” books. This is pushing me out of the genre. I have no desire to read those books and I’m losing the desire to write because I know my stories won’t be accepted because they don’t fit the current “trends.”
What is a writer to do?
Color me discouraged.