by Andrea Grigg
I entered the writing world reasonably late in life – the year I turned fifty. I came home from work one day (I taught fifth graders) and decided it was time to start writing the story that had been rumbling around in my head for a few years. I had no training, no notion how I was supposed to go about it other than I needed a beginning, a middle and an end, and that my book was a romance, my favorite genre to read.
With a mental oh well, here goes nothing, I opened my laptop and typed ‘Chapter One’.
First words led to...
The words poured out of me. Tripped over themselves. Fought to get onto that Word document as fast as humanly possible. And then, as if that wasn’t a big enough rush, I had a moment. A spooky moment. One I’ll never, ever forget.
I was typing a bunch of dialogue for my two main characters, Nick and Lainey. I’d had this scene in my head for a long time. Knew what needed to be said, the way it would be said, how the whole convo would go.
Except it didn’t.
My fingers started typing words I hadn’t thought of. The conversation shot off in a different direction. And then the goosebumps started. I was Nick. I was Lainey.
I had been hijacked.
By my own characters.
From then on, every night after dinner, I escaped to my room with my laptop for a couple of hours. It took me sixteen months to finish my first draft, but that’s because it was massive. Stupid big. I’d written my characters’ story from the moment they met at eight, until they had their HEA at twenty-seven. But size didn’t matter. The whole thing flowed like the Orinoco.
Once I’d learned the meaning of ‘in media res', I cut my book in half. Countless drafts later, I submitted it, and A Simple Mistake was picked up by a small press. Two years later, my second book came out. It had been much harder to write, but with a lot of help from my critique partner (love you, Catherine!) I made my deadline. Two years after that, I was part of an indie novella collection. Writing that first draft was like pushing a peanut across the floor with my nose, worn down to the cartilage by the time I sprawled over the line just in time.
Why was it so hard to finish a draft? I could still come up with characters, work out their wounds and flaws and wants and needs, come up with ideas for scenes. I could even get up to twenty thousand words per story, but after that?
Crickets. Cicadas. Grasshoppers. And locusts. Don’t forget the locusts. Hordes of them. Non-stop and loud.
What was wrong with me?
Why couldn’t I write?
I refused to give up. I read craft books. Read blogs, tried everything they suggested. Made myself open my laptop most days only to get disappointed again and again and again when my brain would throw up its hands, saying, ‘Nuh-uh. Not doing this today, baby’.
The worst was when I went to a workshop held by a relatively successful Australian author, hoping to get help, only to be told in a very stern tone, ‘There’s no such thing as writer’s block. It’s just a lack of self-discipline.’ I already had one of her books at home. I threw it out.
This went on for seven years. Seven. Long. Years.
It seemed to me I was doing everything I could to claw my way out of my deep dark bunker. I had tons of support so what was wrong with me? The frustration was epic.
My Journey

Let me preface the next bit by saying this is my journey. It may not be anyone else’s. But I have the utmost empathy for anyone who experiences what I have been going through. And if my story can help even one writer, I will be over-the-moon-and-around-the-stars happy.
And then … I read Becca Syme’s book, ‘Dear Writer You Need to Quit.’
Sounds a tad alarming, doesn’t it? But, under the title it lists three things: What to keep, what to quit, what to question. And I needed to know.
I’d been told this book was right up my alley, and it absolutely was. It gave me hope and encouragement and a light at the end of the tunnel I knew wasn’t an oncoming train. Many things spoke to me, but the one that grabbed me was the one giving me permission to question the old adage ‘You can’t edit a blank page.’
This mantra had taken over my brain and was not helpful. Then Becca explained how some people need time to think about their story and have it all in their head, even do a bunch of editing before they type Chapter One.
Wait. That was how I’d written my first book, right? I’d dreamed up scenes, then adjusted and adjusted and adjusted some more before I’d put anything onto a word document. And it was okay to be this way? Huh.
The way I was wired.

Then I came across Becca’s ‘The Author Stuck List’, where she describes the six most common reasons writers get stuck. And for two of them, all I could think was wow-wow-wow!
I learned:
- It’s okay to have a whole book in my head before I start writing.
- It’s okay not to be able to write if I can’t visualise a scene like a movie in front of me.
- It’s okay to take time to research the details rather than leave markers to come back to.
- It’s understandable for me not to be able to create if I’m all peopled out.
- It’s understandable for me not to be able to create if I’ve been busy taking care of others.
Becca got me! She understood how I was wired. She knew why I’d got stuck!
And finally, so did I.
When I look back over the last few years, I can see why my creativity dried up. I’m not going to go into more detail than that because some of the reasons for my stuckness are personal.
But that’s precisely the point.
Writer’s block is personal.
It’s true that sometimes the answer to writer’s block is a matter of exercising self-discipline, like sticking to a writing routine or restricting time spent doom scrolling. It’s also true that sometimes the answer is to go psychologically deeper.
So, after my plethora of light bulb moments, would the words start coming now?
No, not necessarily, because some of the reasons for my lack of creativity are still to be navigated. However, there are some very positive signs. The load of guilt for not getting words on a page has lessened significantly. My imagination is flowing more freely. My PhD in procrastination is getting a little dusty.
I’ve also been giving myself permission to do whatever writerly thing I want. Mostly I’ve been outlining and researching and working on characterisation on several books. Some people would think that’s crazy, but I’ve loved it! And if that’s getting me back in the game, then why not? The upside is, it’s helped me put on my brave, open my laptop and add several hundred fresh words to a WIP. Twice!
Early days yet, but I think I might be on to something <wink>
Has anyone else experienced writer’s block for this long? Is anyone like me, still emerging? I’d love to hear tips and thoughts from those who’ve made it to the other side.
About Andrea

Andrea Grigg has been a reader of romance novels forever although she never expected to end up writing them!
Born in New Zealand, Andrea moved to Australia where she promptly met her husband.(Good move, wasn't it?)
As well as raising three children - all now adults - Andrea taught ten-year-olds for a number of years but has now retired in order to write. Because she loves it.
Her first book, 'A Simple Mistake', a contemporary Christian romance, was published in 2012, and 'Too Pretty' followed in 2014. However, she is now re-writing those and transforming them into sweet rom-coms.
In the meantime, please enjoy reading her novella, 'All is Bright', a Christmas story you can read all year round.
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