Michele Sherin Piazza

writer’s block…

Posted in artwork, writing by Michele Piazza on July 18, 2008

I haven’t written a single new word of my novel in almost two months. People are asking (so I’ve stopped replying to emails.) Last night, I skipped workshop because there was nothing new to read, nothing the group hasn’t already heard a dozen incarnations of. It’s not that I’ve stopped loving my story. (It’s like a child, I have no other option.) But this world in my head, I either see it or hear it. Right now, I see it. Fantastic. This is getting me nowhere….

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its nothing personal…

Posted in inspiration, Uncategorized by Michele Piazza on July 15, 2008

Writing like teeth…

Posted in artwork, writing by Michele Piazza on July 9, 2008

Bob Schnieder / Changing Your Mind

I don’t know why its so hard. The living creatively part is what’s easy: make something new every day. Done and done. But this business of actually creating something worth showing, worth reading out loud, that part I keep putting off like a root canal. (continued below)

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Tomorrow is Thursday. Workshop day. I’ve had a month off to rest, to work on writing a new scene (at the very least, a new page) at a leisurely pace. With the time and attention I usually moan about wishing I had. But the most I’ve squeezed out is a clever sentence or two. Totally random. Totally not having anything to do with anything. And, probably, whatever scrap of paper I wrote them down on, I wouldn’t be able to find now.

What I have isn’t writer’s block. It’s a case of the waiting-for-night-before-term-paper-is-due adrenalin rush. That bad habit picked up in college I never could drop. My workshop instructor is probably right: if it weren’t for these weekly meetings, I’d maybe never write anything. Ever.

But why is that?? If writing is something I love, what’s with the need to trick myself into it by creating faux deadlines? Anymore, it’s the only reason I still take the workshop: for the deadlines. I might as well be paying someone to put a gun to my head. In fact, that might help….

Anyone else? Or I am alone in my freakdom here?