So seeing as to I haven’t written anything to put up here in a while…I figure’d I’d sit down at my computer and see if I could pull anything out of my little head. And then it hit me. Writer’s block. Well not really, if it were writer’s block you wouldn’t be reading this. But it’s sort of exactly what I’ve been experiencing lately…albeit with a little bit of a stretch.
Writers block has probably gotten the best of us at one time or another. It does not discriminate it’s victims either. No matter what race you are, no matter if you’re just starting elementary school or working on a novel, writers block is a threat to you. It may strike at any hour of the day or night, on any one of the 365 days of the year. And even that extra day every four years. There should really be more awareness about it. In fact, I am suffering an attack right now……and now it’s about a month later and I’m still there. Still haven’t written anything. Ladies and Gentlemen writer’s block is a serious issue. We have all felt it. We have all had it. We take english in grade school and writing classes in college and it’s all fine and dandy, but no one seems to have a cure for this ailment of the dreaded blank page. It’s like if you were to sit in a car with a full tank of gas and have no clue where to go. Or if you know that you need to go to the store…so you can purchase whatever ingredients you need…but have no clue what you want to cook for dinner. Or, or…if you are in your third year of college and have to start deciding how the rest of your life is going to…wait a second…
Yes, I have writer’s block. Though in this case it’s more of a ‘anyone-who’s-ever-lived…block’. It’s kinda the same thing though; the medium for this particular demon being life as apposed to a pen and paper, or more era-appropriate a bunch of white pixels on an LCD. Because we all have a story. In this wild give and take of ups and downs lefts and rights forewardses backwardses upside-down in-side out loop de loop half cuban eights that is life…we all have a story to tell. It’s not a story that we sit down and make up on pen and paper…though for some it is…no, this story is the very essence of who we are to a certain point. It’s where we grew up and where we were born and our families and friends and the choices we make every day and once a month and once a year and once a life. It’s what makes me different than you different from the next guy different from anyone else who ever lived. More terrifyingly…it’s what we leave behind for others to remember us by. For the descendants that we leave behind to look at and say,”This is the story of my Great Grandpa.” Some of the stories are grand tales of adventure and daring, others are tragedies of misfortune or just shear poor decision making. I know my story has chapters that sing both of those tunes. I’m sure I’m not the only one who can say that.
The thing is, when you get writers block for this kind of story…it’s a little different than writing a college paper. It’s that little gap between chapters of a book. Where all that stuff happens that we don’t get told. Or the bits in a TV show that are left out because they are boring, like the entire drive to someones office or house. At the close of one chapter and the beginning of another, here, writers block has struck, and I don’t know what to write next. I don’t know what the next chapter of my story will be. The past chapter was a little dark and contained some hard things. And the next one will be different and new and brighter. The only minor detail is I have no clue what it will entail. Which is very, very frustrating at times.
To the writer blocked, the most challenging thing to see is the writer unblocked. Those that seem to have their whole story all planned out and written, and know all the chapters, and have got it all set. In todays world, those are the one’s who are championed. Which is a hard thing to disagree with. Because those people are probably going to be successful. Those people are a safe bet. Those people will do well, and be happy. But the people throughout history who we remember through time, and who have forever changed the face of the planet and left behind stories that are about discovering things, or reforming society, or pioneering a certain activity or idea that is now commonplace, those people had all sorts of writers block. They didn’t know how their story was going to end either. I am not saying here that not having a plan and not knowing how things are going to turn out or end up means that something revolutionary will come of it. But if it weren’t for some accountant in Germany or a couple of bicycle makers in Ohio, the world we live in today would be very much different. And I’m sure that at one time or another those individuals all were faced with their own writer’s block.
The point here, is that, well, I have no clue what the next chapter of my story is going to be. It has been a very interesting past couple months, and no doubt it will be a very interesting next couple months, as the next chapter of my story plays out. I will find inspiration in some off hand thing I’m sure, probably where I least expect it, and continue to write my story. Or I’ll find it exactly where I look, because using some reverse psychology, that’s really where I least expect to find it. With the lifting of the block there will come inspiration and identity and answers and last but not least an entirely new set of extremely challenging questions. For now, I will just continue to try and find my place in the world, where my story intertwines with all the others to fulfill the tale that is this world, and all it is meant to be.