Well, I’m behind in my schedule, but I’ve got a whole day ahead of me. I’d hoped to have the Chapter 20 script finished three days ago, but there was no way it was going to happen. I wanted to be done building the chapter by the end of today, but I’m thinking that’s unlikely as well. So I think what I’m going to shoot for is four pages done by the end of today. I already know how the chapter begins.

Sometimes it’s just a matter of getting started. Sometimes all it takes is sitting down to do it. But sometimes it’s really difficult to do that when you don’t know where the thing you’re writing is going. I’m sure this is a common theme in most writing — come to think of it, when writer’s block came up yesterday, I barely stopped myself from voicing my opinion on the writer’s block phenomenon.

I understand it, I guess. I mean, I suppose I’ve experienced it, but I don’t believe it’s all that it’s made out to be. I’ve suffered creative block before, but when I have trouble working on something, I do something else. The situation reminds me of the film, Searching for Bobby Fischer: you have to have other things in your life, apart from you main passion. A person has to be multifaceted — well, I do.

When I suffer a creative block, I go out and do something else, when I have to. Take a walk, ride a train, spend time with friends, watch a movie, browse TVtropes for hours at a time. Sometimes it take a deadline looming over my head, and sometimes I’ll tell the deadline to take a hike. Like this weekend. It means rethinking my strategy a bit.