Take A Walk Around The Writer's Block
Please excuse this randomness from my writer side, I'm just stuck with a mean case of writer's block and I really want to get over it. I miss writing for fun. This is a mini-commentary I sat down and wrote in hopes of getting back into gear.
Don't you just hate it when you sit down to think and write and nothing comes out? You have all these ideas floating around in your head, but the words just can't get from your brain to your fingers. All stories come to a halt with the giant blank space that sits in the forefront of your mind once you actually decide that you want to write. Never mind when you don't feel like writing. Actually, do mind it, because that's when your creativity is going to sneak up on you. I'm not suggesting you drop everything you're doing that second to write, but at least write a note down, or something. Often times I'll be doing something routine, such as vacuuming the house, and listening to music, and certain lyrics will just jump out at me from nowhere and this giant plot bunny just decides to sit on me and not leave me alone. And it's not a cute, fluffy, nice plot bunny. It's a large and heavy stubborn one that won't move unless you give it what it wants. Haha, whoever thought of comparing story ideas to rabbits, anyway?
But seriously, it seems that whenever I want to write, I can't lately. One reason that most of my conversations tend to be incredibly far-fetched sometimes and random is because that is the result of all my creativity bottling up until I can't take it anymore, and it finds an outlet whether I want it to or not.
The conclusion I came to was that I need to write something short and sweet about something, about anything at all. The problem? I can't think of anything. Sad, I know. I think I just need a random idea thrown out there that I can go off. For example, once when I was chatting with Erin, she asked me to tell her a story. I asked her what it should be about, and she said, of all things, a nail file. And that is how Melvin the nail file was born. *laughs* Any ideas? It can be as random as a penguin getting stranded in the desert with a pair of stilts and a paintball gun if you want. Hmm...
Don't you just hate it when you sit down to think and write and nothing comes out? You have all these ideas floating around in your head, but the words just can't get from your brain to your fingers. All stories come to a halt with the giant blank space that sits in the forefront of your mind once you actually decide that you want to write. Never mind when you don't feel like writing. Actually, do mind it, because that's when your creativity is going to sneak up on you. I'm not suggesting you drop everything you're doing that second to write, but at least write a note down, or something. Often times I'll be doing something routine, such as vacuuming the house, and listening to music, and certain lyrics will just jump out at me from nowhere and this giant plot bunny just decides to sit on me and not leave me alone. And it's not a cute, fluffy, nice plot bunny. It's a large and heavy stubborn one that won't move unless you give it what it wants. Haha, whoever thought of comparing story ideas to rabbits, anyway?
But seriously, it seems that whenever I want to write, I can't lately. One reason that most of my conversations tend to be incredibly far-fetched sometimes and random is because that is the result of all my creativity bottling up until I can't take it anymore, and it finds an outlet whether I want it to or not.
The conclusion I came to was that I need to write something short and sweet about something, about anything at all. The problem? I can't think of anything. Sad, I know. I think I just need a random idea thrown out there that I can go off. For example, once when I was chatting with Erin, she asked me to tell her a story. I asked her what it should be about, and she said, of all things, a nail file. And that is how Melvin the nail file was born. *laughs* Any ideas? It can be as random as a penguin getting stranded in the desert with a pair of stilts and a paintball gun if you want. Hmm...