Writer’s Block, size: XXL
I have had a really ghastly case of writer’s block for weeks now, no doubt made worse by the challenge of recovering from a divorce. I have no structure in my life, no daily tribe, so to speak, and this is difficult for me. I envy the writers who thrive on solitude. But in truth, even Henry Thoreau left the shores of Walden not infrequently, to hang out with Ralph Waldo, or ask his mother to do his laundry (Henry’s mother, not Ralph’s).
As Evita says so fabulous (thanks to Tim Rice): Sometimes it’s very difficult to keep momentum when it’s you that you are following.
So I have decided to hold myself accountable to myself, via the “public” medium of a blog. If I write that I will do something on any given day, then I will feel compelled at least to make the attempt.
SO: I am currently working on a novel that tells the story of Othello, in the first person, from Iago’s POV. More than that I will not say now, to keep the urgency within me to write it. But… today’s objective is to write out a scene in which young Iago, in military training, is taken for the first time to a bawdy house, and uses as many Shakespeare puns as I can think of to charm the bawds with his wit, given that he is not, at this point, as much a studmuffin as his fellow revelers.
Let’s see how I do…