I've been what you might call stuck in terms of writing lately. Not writer's block because I never stopped writing. It's more like I slowed down massively. The effort was there but the output wasn't. I've come up with all manner of explanations to myself and they're probably all bullshit. I'm not particularly interested in excuses, particularly my own. The current script was simply not coming along as quickly as I wanted.
And then I remembered something. For years I've juggled multiple scripts at once. When one wasn't happening I'd just jump to another and keep writing. Over the previous year my focus was on rewriting and so there wasn't much jumping around. It was one script at a time until a particular draft was finished, and then jump. So I sort of forgot about my own system.
Yesterday I remembered. And it was liking ramming a plumber's snake through a clogged pipe. The clog let go and everything just poured through. But instead of a disgusting mass of rotting hair what emerged was several brand new pages on my zombie project. I should have thought of this weeks ago. The zombie project is a particularly nice change of pace as I have endless ideas for it and not even a hint of a story so far. The no story thing is certainly a problem but if I just keep pouring out enough scenes and ideas, something will develop eventually. More importantly it gives me a lot of freedom to write just about anything which is a wonderful antidote to the other script which is rather tightly structured.
For some reason writing about blood getting sprayed around is rather cathartic.
