Writing: Like Shitting A Brick

Writing: Like Shitting A Brick
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It was a fine Sunday to complete a full weekend of writing. For a Monday morning I feel oddly invigorated and somewhat charged, though the actual writing process over the last two days was pretty sore and uncomfortable.

After a bright and early start to my Sunday I was onto the page writing more on BACCARA BURNING. It was flowing well, a feeling of purpose overwhelming the prose with each sentence—then I hit a wall. It was like running down a hill, picking up speed with my feet barely touching the ground then WALLOP! I smacked into the wall waiting at the bottom. I couldn’t go any further with it, couldn’t figure out where it was going or how I’d got to where I was. Very annoying and depressing.

I downed tools and felt a strange panic settling over me. I found myself uttering the words: “will I ever get this fucking book finished?” A good question and one I will be glad to answer hopefully sooner rather than later.

So I worked on other stuff. With PAINT done and dusted for now I turned my attention to poetry and the idea I came up with on Saturday. It doesn’t seem quite so good 24 hours on but it still has potential. I’m really not sure. It’s been over two years since my last chapbook and I miss the excitement of producing these small and exciting pamphlets of poetry. I can’t pressure myself, though. I’ve found in the past when I pressurise poetry it has a long term negative effect.

I’ve been eating quite healthy this weekend—scarily healthy in actual fact—and for the first weekend in several I didn’t indulge in a lamp carry of any sort. No pakora, no bhaji’s, no naan. *sigh*

Today I have a lot on but my main aim is to figure out a way of turning BACCARA around so I can get it to the finish line. I simply MUST finish this book—painlessly if possible.

Stella by Colin Galbraith – available now from Eternal Press – www.eternalpress.ca

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About Colin Galbraith

Keen runner, thriller author, Madness fan, Mets fan, St Mirren fan/owner, rabbit tamer, outstanding fake faller. Loves cannolis & espressos. #LFGM
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3 Responses to Writing: Like Shitting A Brick

  1. The second book in a series (or even simply a sequel) is the hardest, I’ve found. Step back for a few days, then attack it from a new angle. You’ll get there.

  2. Hey! I thought you promised you’d keep up the regular entires!!!! 😉

  3. Lara says:


    Colly, you crack me up. I thought writing was like opening a vein in your arm, but this says it all! Hope you are able to push through!

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