Writer’s block; not my type of sunblock
Writer’s block is like a woman’s menopausal stage; hot flashes of creativity followed by cold flashes of artistic futility. One day we are all going to lose our touch and be sterile so we better be active while our left brain permits.
I shudder at the thought of losing something I did better or even best during childhood. It seems as though the peak of my creativity left me when I stepped into college. Ironically, it is always when you need your special powers to activate that they start malfunctioning. Pity, how I became rusty when I know I grew wiser. Or so I think. I say all of these now because of this freaking writer’s block I experience every time I see an empty paper or when I face the computer. What will happen to me now? (Thesis).
So how do I loathe thee, writer’s block? Let me count the ways. I hate how you choose to stun me for a maximum of 12hours before allowing my creative juices to flow. I hate how you make me feel like a dunce every time I decide to write. I hate how you pick to assault me with your uninspiring boredom just when there is a deadline and I hate how you leave me when I’ve already decided to do something else. I hate you. Period. No erase. Are you a parasite? Feeding on people’s creativity? Or are you just lonely like me? Scratch that. I wasn’t serious.
Maybe mom’s right. Let me push the replay button. “Pirmi ka magsurat ta pag dae tiga gamit ang tinao saimo kang Diyos, babawion an.” Then I’ll give an arrogant and philosophically erroneous reply. I know now how right she is as I struggle with the simplest arrangements of a complex sentence. I don’t want to be a subordinate clause; I am an independent clause so butt off you leech of a writer’s block.
So I’ve got a theory that the epidemic called “writer’s block” was sent by an evil plagiarist from the depths of his uncreative abyss to suck all of our original ideas so that he or she would become the best writer. Why yes. If all else are losers, then he or she would be the winner. Bow. I’d like to believe in that theory. Because it’s plain madness. And also because it would make a good film. To protect yourself from the evil plagiarist’s army of “writer’s block”, you chant “I do believe in fairies.” Again. I’m kidding.
Or maybe I’ve just lost all sense of creativity. Oh no, I did not just say that. Knock on wood three times. BS. But then I believe that we can relearn what we’ve known all along. That what is latent in all of us would always find its way out again. It’s all a matter of wanting it and not whining about it. Whiners never become winners. So I’m ignoring writer’s block for the nth time and waving my middle finger at it, together with my pointing finger of course. Haha. Peace out. Happy writing!
(Written on June 28, 2011. Found this while deleting files.)