ATTACK OF THE WB
No, I am not talking about the WB network. Writers Block. The self perpetuating contract killer of original creative thought. That’s right. I believe in a conspiracy theory involving writers block. It involves John Cusack meeting me for my high school reunion and leaving me devoid of all inventive thought. After walking away, he kills a man with my pen. The very pen with which I would have used to write, had I had been able to think coherently.
Where in the world is this going?
I have no freaking clue.
Alright. Think….. think…. think….. God, this blog is only a few months old. Does that even make me writer enough to suffer writers block? At what point do you become a writer? I mean, I have written online here and there, written a few speeches, written academic papers, and the like. But writer? Really….. HMMMM.
See? Self-perpetuating. And self questioning now? Damn you WB.
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Certainly you are a writer! I’ve found the best way to get over writer’s block is to read my old stuff. Or read one of my favorite novels.
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Watching the prompt blinking in this text box makes me think “What the hell am I gonna type?”.
I could type about my Son calling me this evening (finally!) telling me about the hamburgers at Burger King rocking, and that their fries being better than Mickie D’s (which I asked if he swapped taste buds with someone else) and that he thinks their Coke and Dr. Pepper are better than what you buy in the cans.
I might type about his Pokemon and Yu-Gi-Oh! card collection is and that they are giving a card out with the BK version of the Happy Meal.
Or about the GBA Zelda game that he’s playing and how he started a save game for me to play sometime when we’re together.
I could go into my murky situation with my now ex-GF. How I think she’s ex. I’m pretty sure she’s ex. I don’t think she think she’s ex. I can’t make her a complete ex right now since some of my stuff is over there (ALL my DVDs and my bed!). Then I’d bring up that if this was better or that was better or if I was better or if she was better… blah blah blah. I don’t know. Now’s not the time for us. Fate, it seems is not without a sense of irony, as many of us know. It would be the thing that the person I wanted to be furthest from would be the person I’ll end up being closest to.
I could mention going to a meeting place this evening that I used to go to some years ago before I was ready to really go them. And how I could barely eat all damn day because I was so nervous about seeing people that I might know (I did, but they were people that I hadn’t really talked with – I just kinda knew their faces).
I could mention that I’ve probably completely missed the point of your post and that I’ll have to save up to by a plane ticket to fly high enough to catch it.
M.
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It’s been happening to me too and I’m also a new blogger.
It’s a lot of work writing a blog, and I find that whenever I make new leaps , I fall back a few steps. It’s the same with our children… growing pains.
You’ll get it back. Be gentle on yourself.
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I like to keep a folder with drafts when the dreaded WB strikes. Unfortunately, WB sometimes manifests itself as a lack of desire to write, not necessarily a lack of something to write about.
Sometimes I fear that it’s not going to be good enough, or interesting enough. Those of us who have achieved greatly often forget. What seems like a half-hearted (or half of another body part) effort can get a sincere, “wow! that was great!” response.
As humble human beings, we find ourselves on both sides of that scenario.
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Thanks Andrea and Elliott for the support. You are right, Elliott. Maybe I should start keeping a folder, even if it is of just writing starts that can get ideas flowing again. I have this habit of having GREAT ideas for posts, not writing them down, and having them lost to the caverns of my mind.
Xandu…… welcome back. and thanks for updating me on your life! Good luck at your meetings. Stay strong. And eat. I fear a strong wind might blow you over.
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