I am guilty of guilt writing.
Guilt writing; that is stuff you write because you are a writer not currently writing anything. Not writer’s block, but the natural restful state of a writer between projects. When I’m not writing I feel like a fraud. Like I’m not really a writer.
So I sit down and write. Tentative ideas peek out from behind uninspired words. Nothing good ever comes of this, but I’d rather fail than feel the guilt of betraying my craft.
When it comes to guilt, I’m pretty much guilty of everything. Guilt is my strongest and most destructive emotion. I actually invent things to feel guilty about. It’s sick.
I also have to say that I am never without ideas. These ideas live in my head. Many of them will never make it to the page. They never mature properly. They are the larval stage of the story. They must be cared for and experimented with or they will never materialize.
The problem is that so many people believe that thinking about things is not writing. Only writing is writing. Unfortunately I let these people influence me, triggering my guilt. So I type out immature ideas and try to make them work. They never do.
So I guess what I’m saying is, “Friends don’t let friends write guilty.”