Writers blockToday has been one of those days I dread. A day when my imagination not only dries up, but also when any form of logical expression just disappears into the ether. Trying to start my day with a short blog post as usual became a frustrating hour or more. Usually ideas have been festering in my head for a number of days, and I can simply pick and choose which one I will use. This morning though, the idea cabinet of my mind was totally bare. To end my annoyance, I did what any half decent writer would do. I went to my old notes and scribblings, and fashioned a post from the pieces I found. Unstartling and tepid, but the post was done.

Then it was time to get back to my new novel. The day before had been wonderfully productive and I was very pleased with the day’s work. I went back to work on it. And there I sat. Reading and re-reading the introduction to a new chapter I had started the day before. Reading yet again, trying to pick up on my train of thought from the previous day. Nothing came into my mind. I was absolutely idealess. I stared at the words on my screen and cursed them for not inspiring me onwards.

There was nothing to do other than to leave it for some time. Clear my head by doing something completely different. Lunch was first. Some television news followed by reading some online articles. A little pointless surfing of the web. A shower and a rest. Back to my novel again.

Still nothing. A complete blank. I suppose it is easy to say that this was just writer’s block. In my mind however, I don’t see it that way. I think I was having a day that affects all people. Not just writers. Simply a day when for some reason, whether it be biorhythms, astrology, moon phases, male menstrual cycle or the day’s pollen count, when you fail to function as normal. Just a bad day. As we all have from time to time.

So I chose the only sensible option open to me. I gave up on the novel for the day. Or maybe more. Then decided I would go and find some chocolate. It was way to early for beer unfortunately.

However, just as I was about to get up from my keyboard, it occurred to me that this was a great idea for a blog post. So away I went. Tapping away furiously and forgetting about my chocolate fetish for thirty minutes. It wasn’t such a bad day after all.

So this now replaces the unstartling and tepid piece I mentioned earlier. Don’t worry though. I have kept it as an emergency for another bad day so you will surely get to read it one day soon.

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2 thoughts on “A Writer’s Frustration

  • 21/12/2009 at 5:25 am
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    Totally relate with the chocolate fetish. But too early for beer? What's that about?

  • 21/12/2009 at 8:50 am
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    I have a special 'no beer before' time of the day. But it's variable depending on the name of the day.

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