Well, some in my family might say I never do (entirely “shut up,” that is). Actually, that’s not so true. I like to watch and think about what others have said a good deal of the time, and then I like to “not shut-up” for a while. But I’m sure that’s not quite what Helen Simpson had in mind.
When I was working on my dissertation and on any giant writing project since, those voices, those evil little voices, pop into my head and say something along the lines of “Who do you think you are in your big britches, thinking you have something to say?”
The other big impediment is the allure of the library. I often think I have to read EVERYTHING before I’m entitled to say anything (see first paragraph–it’s basically the same syndrome).
So how do I ever shut up and get on with it? I sometimes set a word quota for the day (though this can trigger the evil voice, so I have to be careful here).
I sometimes set a timer. Often, once it goes off, my muscles are flexed, and I want to keep going.
Sometimes I try to have a writing partner who I can be accountable to and commiserate with as we try to just get on with it.
It’s not that the act of writing is hard, per se, just like working out isn’t really hard either. It’s the gearing up that makes the wobble and makes me forget I know how to flow.