Graphomania (a.k.a scribomania) is ‘a compulsive urge to write’. We’ve all been there – usually it’s at 3am when inspiration strikes and the compulsion isn’t strong enough to rouse up from sleepy-snoozy-time – but any other time than that it’s fantastic! Words surge from your fingertips like rainbows from a unicorn’s arse. Your hands are on fire…literally – maybe you should slow down just a tad. NO! Fire damage digits be damned! You HAVE to write – you’re a writer, that’s what you do. And you’ll be damned if you’re going to stop now. One novel, two novels, three novels…ah ah ah!
On the other hand, Graphophobia is the ‘fear or dislike of writing’ – and I think we’ve all been there too. Those nights where sweat pours off of you when you reach for pen or keyboard (and not just because you’re going to write something smutty). You panic, the bile rises, and you end up fleeing into the night in search of something else to do. Anything at all but writing.
Then you get the other, other hand – the weird freaky third hand that everyone likes to pretend they don’t have. You don’t have a third hand? No, me neither *wink*
Feeling an obsessive impulse to write while at the same time shitting bricks every time you pick up a pen can be perturbing to say the least. Not only is it confusing for your teeny tiny brain to figure out, it’s hurting your craft. A craft you could quite happily give up to avoid the pain and confusion if you didn’t suffer from damn scribomania *shakes fist at God of Writing*†
So you HAVE to write and you CAN’T write all at the same time…the solution?
I know, I know, it sounds like a cop out answer. But let’s face it; you only have two choices anyway. You either do or do not, there is no try (Man I love Star Trek *ducks*)
You write, or you don’t write.
Now which sounds the scarier option to you?
You’re in a love-hate relationship with your work, but dammit it’s a relationship! And you have to work at that shit! Slap on some war paint, put on some romantic music, and scream-seduce the fuck out of your novel.
Hey, come here baby…
I’M NOT AFRAID OF YOU, BITCH!
I’m gonna write you all night long…
BACK, BACK, VILE BEAST OF HELL! *whipcrack*
Let me just stick my comma right there, ooh yeah, you like that, baby?
GIVE ME MY DIGNITY BACK, YOU PROSE SLUT MUFFIN!
And so on…
† Not Stephen King, the OTHER God of Writing (No, not Dean Koontz either).
†† Or don’t write, I don’t give a shit – I could do without the competition to be honest.