A Strange Turn

We here at Olivia Waite sure do love writing—but we sure do have a hard time making ourselves do it sometimes. Usually, this blog post is a great way of writing-while-not-writing, a thing that is important to do in our "get your name out there" industry but probably not as important as, say, writing the next manuscript. Today, in a twist, we find things reversed. The manuscript is calling, sending out its siren lures of enchantment and delight. "You'll feel good if you work on me," it sings. "It will all be easy and you will feel like a genius for a few brief hours until the fever-dream passes." Its voice softens and the manuscript purrs, "You know you live for days like this."

There's no arguing with that.

So, instead of a blog post, I leave you with this provocative piece from The Millions, on how writing about writing can be a way of avoiding writing:

When there is no writing out there to speak for itself, the writer talks about writing. Maybe they write a story about it. Or an essay. Or they read a story/essay about writing, which is an elegant way of avoiding writing, because it provides a writerly fog that nearly simulates writing itself. It’s all very tiresome, because of course you can’t properly write about writing — you just drone on about “the process,” or your close attention to the texture of this world, or your drinking problem, or whether MFA programs destroyed the craft (as if there was anything to destroy). Leaving aside the obvious benefits of a good writing workshop — deadlines, clashing viewpoints, sex — it’s clear they feed the fantasy that writers can coexist at a single set of coordinates. They allow a frivolous, narrow habit to resemble a vocation.

{With endless gratitude to The Awl.}