Rant- Writer's block
Typically writers go out to find various things to write bout, be it fiction or real life. Sometimes, they can just stay in their room, read books, and use their imagination to find something to write. At least, that’s what I’m trying to do. Emphasize the ‘try’.
Ever had ‘Writer’s Block’ before? I’d say that it’ pretty much the bane of my existence. I pick a song that gives of the ‘story’ vibe, and listen to it over and over again, until my ears might bleed from the same notes and lyrics ringing throughout my mind. And all the while my mind has become a blank state…
As for reading, I used to be able to pick out a book that caught my eye, and devour it in an hour or two. Now, either I’m getting too picky with materials, or I’m just losing the willpower to read. I still try to pick things that I have interest in, but of a different genre, like the transition from fiction to non-fiction. Well, of course, if my reason is because of some kind of school project, it would not suffice. It has to be of my own will.
A good thing is, I still try to exercise of writing muscles by writing short poems, or haikus whenever I feel like it. Or whenever I’m in the mood for one. Mood is important, because it’s not faked, when you’re angry, let the words be angry. That’s it, no polishing, no explaining. Otherwise, whatever you write won’t be what you are.
Hopefully I can find the inspiration to write again, because there’s nothing that can compare to the feeling of creating a small world that belongs to oneself.
Ever had ‘Writer’s Block’ before? I’d say that it’ pretty much the bane of my existence. I pick a song that gives of the ‘story’ vibe, and listen to it over and over again, until my ears might bleed from the same notes and lyrics ringing throughout my mind. And all the while my mind has become a blank state…
As for reading, I used to be able to pick out a book that caught my eye, and devour it in an hour or two. Now, either I’m getting too picky with materials, or I’m just losing the willpower to read. I still try to pick things that I have interest in, but of a different genre, like the transition from fiction to non-fiction. Well, of course, if my reason is because of some kind of school project, it would not suffice. It has to be of my own will.
A good thing is, I still try to exercise of writing muscles by writing short poems, or haikus whenever I feel like it. Or whenever I’m in the mood for one. Mood is important, because it’s not faked, when you’re angry, let the words be angry. That’s it, no polishing, no explaining. Otherwise, whatever you write won’t be what you are.
Hopefully I can find the inspiration to write again, because there’s nothing that can compare to the feeling of creating a small world that belongs to oneself.