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Writer's Block. What does that really entail? Unfinished fragments, broken phrases, empty sentences. Are those the components of a writer's block. If yes, then that's probably the reason for my lack of updates this past couple of weeks.
What to do when you encounter such an obstacle? There's choice A which involves sitting in front of that computer, typewritter or pen and paper, forcing adjectives, adverbs and nouns to spout from your brain and into your either a piece of paper or a document. Then there's choice B, which involves doing pretty much nothing for awhile and then returning after a certain amount of time in the hope that everything will be back as they were before. There's a flaw however, with each option. A is too forced. It's like trying to find Mr. or Ms. Right after a horrible break-up. Love, and in this case, the ability to write cohesive paragraphs, is something that shouldn't be hunted down or forced upon oneself. It's just simply found. Choice B on the other hand presumes that things can be completely restored to how they were before. I don't believe this. I think that things can never be what they once were, at least not 100%. Sure, it can be 99.9% but never 100%. That item has changed, for better or for worse. I don't know which of these two I've employed in being able to write this. Perhaps it's a combination of them. I don't know. But what I'm sure of is that seeing all the words in Jennifer's laptop is making me smile. (Sorry for stealing it. My battery died and I couldn't find the charger.)
She's there, reading a book to Kai and Stellan as she tucks them in their beds for a nap. Technically, she's only reading to Kai now because Stellan is already fast asleep, exhausted from the game of catch that we played earlier in the day. We have a gallon of ice cream stashed in the fridge which will hopefully be devoured by Jennifer and I as the two boys sleep. I'm thinking of including a movie with the dessert.
What to do when you encounter such an obstacle? There's choice A which involves sitting in front of that computer, typewritter or pen and paper, forcing adjectives, adverbs and nouns to spout from your brain and into your either a piece of paper or a document. Then there's choice B, which involves doing pretty much nothing for awhile and then returning after a certain amount of time in the hope that everything will be back as they were before. There's a flaw however, with each option. A is too forced. It's like trying to find Mr. or Ms. Right after a horrible break-up. Love, and in this case, the ability to write cohesive paragraphs, is something that shouldn't be hunted down or forced upon oneself. It's just simply found. Choice B on the other hand presumes that things can be completely restored to how they were before. I don't believe this. I think that things can never be what they once were, at least not 100%. Sure, it can be 99.9% but never 100%. That item has changed, for better or for worse. I don't know which of these two I've employed in being able to write this. Perhaps it's a combination of them. I don't know. But what I'm sure of is that seeing all the words in Jennifer's laptop is making me smile. (Sorry for stealing it. My battery died and I couldn't find the charger.)
She's there, reading a book to Kai and Stellan as she tucks them in their beds for a nap. Technically, she's only reading to Kai now because Stellan is already fast asleep, exhausted from the game of catch that we played earlier in the day. We have a gallon of ice cream stashed in the fridge which will hopefully be devoured by Jennifer and I as the two boys sleep. I'm thinking of including a movie with the dessert.