I’m Writing Garbage

It’s all garbage. Hurkey-jerkey pace. Confusion. Gaps. Can it be fixed? Should I bother? Who cares anyway?

Thought I would poke my head out of the garbage pit today to say I’ve been buried by my internal critic. Sux.

Today I’m slipping past the slimy banana peels with legs covered by coffee grounds. But hey, I’m above the garbage. It’s still garbage, but it’s my garbage. I don’t even think it’s compostable, or recyclable. I find myself hovering over a barge of garbage set adrift in rough seas.

Can this thing I’m writing ever be worthy of being read? By even one well meaning person. ugh. I think I need a helicopter. 

I need some real progress this weekend. I’d like to send these three chapters off to my editor by the end of the month, but…

I suppose most writers feel this way sometimes?

  1. I’ve definitely felt this way–Monday through Friday.

  2. It’s more the case that you’re not a writer, until you have felt that way…

  3. Hey, I’m there right now! I wish I could offer a hand to pull you out of the garbage pit- I find it’s usually not as bad as I think it is, but I can’t see the good stuff until the internal (infernal?) critic stops rubbing my face in the stinky bits. I hope you get free soon!

  4. writingthebody said:

    Yes I do too. Sometimes it is because I was so drunk when I wrote it that I do not remember it until the next day…and usually that is not great. Sometimes I think it is ok, I post it and decide it is not ok at all. But this is a blog space, so I feel free to post them, and to indicate where it stands on my list. I have been surprised to be honest at what others like – some of my best poems (thought then and still) especially ones about plants and other more mundane topics attract no interest at all. So I think they are best, but others do not. They might be technically better, but if it does not connect, then perhaps I have to revalue that. And ones that come easily, including sometimes while fairly smashed or drunk that strike me as simpler in interest or value – well perhaps they are better than I think they are. In any event, for me poetry is about three things – expression (ie articulation of something that cannot be articulated in any other way), communication for and with others, and art – something challenging or beautiful in its own right. And I think these blogs have brought poetry back to life….because any one of those grounds justifies a poem, but sometimes we find all three…as for that critic. Well why not set it free too? That is, write the poem, and then write your own self lacerating review…and see what people, real people think? I would not be silenced by my inner voice, not here.

  5. Yeah, it happens a lot. But you get past it. Otherwise, you quit, and I doubt if you’re ready to quit, right? I still have stuff from a few years back that nobody’s read. I went on to the next thing, and one day I might go back to that stuff and revive it.

    Come on over to What The Hell and listen to some J.J. Cale. That oughta cheer you up!

  6. I think every good writer has been there at least once, probably more. I think I am in the garbage pit next to yours!

  7. Your not alone!! I totally get that way its not always easy to see the silver lining but most things worth doing are never easy!!

  8. I get that way sometimes. Just wondering where it came from or focusing on what I might have done wrong.

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