I’ve been working on my version of the proverbial “great American novel” for the last year or so. The majority of that time has been lost in writer’s block and it came to me last night why I’ve been unable to finish the book. I’ve took some very well intentioned advice to heart and tried to change/modify my writing style to fit someone else’s definition of what my writing style should be. I have been struggling to write in a voice that is unfamiliar and uncomfortable to me and shockingly, it doesn’t work!
So, I’m going back to my native, comfortable, and familiar writing style. It may not be the current favored writing style but that’s fine with me. I’m never going to be an overly descriptive writer who can fill pages with flowery prose. I like my voice, I like my stark, minimalistic writing style. I no longer feel the internal need to paint every little detail for my readers. I no longer feel bad about assuming my readers are capable of using their imaginations to fill in the blanks. In fact, I strongly believe that allowing users to imagine details for themselves makes books more personal and immersive. Don’t misunderstand me, I don’t leave all the details to readers imaginations but those details are far less than what another author might include.
I feel energized and creative once again. The characters in my head are demanding to flow onto the paper. No longer are they struggling in the playground of my mind, stifled unable to find their voice. I expect over the next couple of weeks that last third of my novel or so will explode out of me and onto the page. I am excited to finish that first novel and equally excited to start the next. I’m thrilled that there are plenty of characters demanding my attention in my head. There is no shortage of writing possibilities this year and I’m looking forward to the thrill ride.