resistance

 
It seems that I’m actively resisting writing at this point. I just spent the last hour primping in front of the mirror in the bathroom, playing with my hair, and making faces at myself. I found a very interesting face I can make by sucking in my upper lip and sticking my jaw out. I’m pretty sure that doesn’t help me with my writing though.
 
During the last five or ten minutes in the bathroom, I kept telling myself that I needed to go sit at the computer and write. But I didn’t.
 
My guess is that one of two things is happening. Or maybe even both.
 
Option A is that I’m getting to the hard part. It’s the part I don’t want to touch, where I know I”ll feel vulnerable and exposed. It’s the part where I’ll have to face my demons, and I’d really rather throw a towel over my head or hide under the covers.
 
Option B is that I’m getting to the part where I have to pretend like I know what I’m doing. Oh, yes, I’ve been pretending the whole time, but at least I’ve felt creative about it. I’ve been caught up in the excitement of this shiny new thing. But now I have to actually start putting it together into something resembling a story.
 
I’m torn between trying to be creative and find a way to come at it from a different angle, trying to be disciplined and force myself to sit down and just DO IT, or trying to be holistic and let myself resist and wander until I “feel” ready to write again.
 
Friday definitely counts as a zero though because it’s nearly 12:30 am, which makes it Saturday now.
 
What about you? Does this happen to you? Or do all you real writers out there get it done effortlessly from start to finish? If you do find yourself actively resisting writing, what do you do to get yourself back on track?