Since I was about 9 years old, all I’ve wanted is to be a writer. Some of my strongest memories are of sitting in my own little room at my parents’ print shop, surrounded by filing cabinets and spare computer parts and dusty paper samples, filling the hours between school and dinner by scribbling stories into notebooks. Back then, the words seemed to flow so easily, like water, like magic. Now? Not so much.
To be honest, most days I have to trick myself into writing. No joke. I think my Internal Editor is to blame. I don’t know when exactly she came into my life, or how she got to be such a powerful voice in my head, but she is the definition of a frenemy. She claims to be on my side, says she’s only trying to help me be better. And maybe sometimes that’s true. But mostly she slows me down, makes me doubt myself, and urges me to strive for perfection — which doesn’t exist and thus can never be reached.
What a jerk.
So when I say that I trick myself into writing, I guess what I’m really doing is tricking my Internal Editor. Getting her to go away for a while, or at least quiet down.
Here are some of the techniques I turn to: [Read more…]