On Literary Sluttiness (aka Too Many WIPs at Once)


Sometimes, being a writer can feel like being a kid in a candy store. Especially when you’re embarking on a new WIP. There are so many ideas out there, just waiting to be plucked from the ether and made into incredible stories. Although it seems more popular to complain about a lack of inspiration, or motivation, I know I can’t be the only one out there who struggles with literary ADHD.

In fact, just this morning, I found myself in such a fragmented creative state that I literally had to get up and do fifty suicide drills to calm myself down. (Note: If anyone has a better method of emptying the skull cavity, besides strenuous exercise, I’d love to hear about it. Suicide drills = no bueno.)

Luckily, this state doesn’t often last. But it’s always interesting to see what comes of it, especially when I remember to take notes. (Now that I think about it, it’s not all that unlike chronicling an acid trip and then watching it later after you’ve come down. Not that I have any actual experience with tripping on acid, mind you. But as a writer with a caffeine problem, I think I can probably relate. To some degree.)

Anyway, that’s enough out of me. Here’s an article from Writer’s Digest on how to combat the onset of literary sluttiness:


As for your recommendations on how to calm a frenzied writer’s mind? Let’s have em: