Writing is the sweet science of words on the page instead of dancing in the ring. It beckons always, sometimes just beyond your reach or your ability to capture the fleeting images that play out like an old 16mm film, mind's eye, dreaming, awake, early morning or late at night or with a cocktail in a favorite restaurant.
It's magic, it's murder, it's pain and it's ecstasy. And my dream is to be able to do more of it, to be able to wake up and go to my keyboard and let the images and demons and emotions cascade over me like a waterfall and somehow shape themselves into symbols ... pixels on a screen, letters on a page.
Until then ... well, I write in my head. Keep the story going, keep the subconscious open to stimulus, and there's always plenty of that in San Francisco. Riding the bus, walking to work, taking the dog out by the ocean, watching cars drive by, or downtown and the glitter of neon against dirty yellow masonry. I write when I sleep, I write when I dream, I write when I should be concentrating on other things.
When things go badly, a voice tells me to remember what it feels like, to use it someday, to translate the agony or the anger and share it.
When things go well, same voice, same direction.
And when things don't go at all ... well, there's an unopened bottle of Old Crow on my desk if writer's block sets in. In case of emergency, break glass. ;)
No day is typical for me, because no day is typical ... and I fight for every bit of writing time I get. Til the bitter end ...
Now, in case you need a good chuckle over the more comedic aspects of writer's block, let me offer Paris When It Sizzles, a charming 1963 farce with William Holden as a screenwriter and Audrey Hepburn as his secretary/muse. I've seen this film more than once--and let's face it, anything with these two, Tony Curtis, Noel Coward and a cameo by Marlene Dietrich simply has to be entertaining. ;) Enjoy!