BlackKnightX
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When you search for writing advice on the internet, you’ll most likely come across this one: just write.
For many, it makes sense. The message seems to be, “Stop looking for advice or any excuses not to write; just type the damn words and go on with it!” Yes, it does make sense. If you write, you’ll get the thing done; if you don’t, you‘ll end up not accomplishing anything. It's advice against procrastination, I suppose.
Here’s a thing: there’s some moments for me when I just write without thinking about anything at all—no plan, no technique, no idea where I’m going or what I’m doing. I’d just write in wild abandon. And the funny thing is, the words flow endlessly. They just keep pouring out onto the page. And once I’m done with a chapter and start reading it, I’m surprised to find out that the damn thing’s cohesive enough and flows really well. It turned out better than I expected.
I don’t know if this is the so-called writer’s instinct or not since I’ve written more than 100,000 words already, and I was also an avid reader before I even started writing. Maybe I’ve already internalized the flow and the rhythm and the cadence of writing. That’s why the words just flow like that.
Have any of you—preferably a pantser like me—ever had that experience of “just write” and end up with something good? Do you have that moment when you just don’t care about anything, don’t think about anything, and just write the damn thing in wild abandon? Ever feel so drunk or possessed by the muse to the point that words just keep pouring out? Please share.
For many, it makes sense. The message seems to be, “Stop looking for advice or any excuses not to write; just type the damn words and go on with it!” Yes, it does make sense. If you write, you’ll get the thing done; if you don’t, you‘ll end up not accomplishing anything. It's advice against procrastination, I suppose.
Here’s a thing: there’s some moments for me when I just write without thinking about anything at all—no plan, no technique, no idea where I’m going or what I’m doing. I’d just write in wild abandon. And the funny thing is, the words flow endlessly. They just keep pouring out onto the page. And once I’m done with a chapter and start reading it, I’m surprised to find out that the damn thing’s cohesive enough and flows really well. It turned out better than I expected.
I don’t know if this is the so-called writer’s instinct or not since I’ve written more than 100,000 words already, and I was also an avid reader before I even started writing. Maybe I’ve already internalized the flow and the rhythm and the cadence of writing. That’s why the words just flow like that.
Have any of you—preferably a pantser like me—ever had that experience of “just write” and end up with something good? Do you have that moment when you just don’t care about anything, don’t think about anything, and just write the damn thing in wild abandon? Ever feel so drunk or possessed by the muse to the point that words just keep pouring out? Please share.