My English professor wants me to write about writer's block and inspiration. And now I have writer's block about writer's block. Oh, the irony. I've already played my alphabet game... Well, kind of. I only got to C before I got distracted, and I never did continue. Why do I always get so distracted when I'm trying to come up with ideas?
A is for altitude. I have no idea what "altitude" has to do with writer's block, though.
B is for block. Writer's block. Duh.
C is for chocolate. The writer's best friend. Oh! I have some chocolate chip cookies I forgot to eat!
****Fifteen minutes later****
Now where was I? Oh yeah. The alphabet game. "C" again... At this rate, it will be 2050 before I get through the whole alphabet. Okay. Abandon ship.
Hey, what if I wrote about an author who's on a ship? And it's about to sink. But if he can write a letter to the Queen of England and telegraph it to her fast enough, she'll be able to send out a fleet to save them. But that would have to be a pretty slow leak to give the fleet time to get there... and a pretty fast leak to inspire the writer. Maybe there are two leaks, one fast and one slow. No, that's stupid.
Gee, that pillow looks really nice. If I just placed it on my keyboard, then maybe my dreams would go into the computer by osmosis. Or would that be reverse osmosis? I don't know. *humph* This is why a scientific and analytical mind do not mix with a writing mind. Why did I have to be cursed... blessed with both?
You know, I head about this one method... "Rover, come!"
"Rover, what if I wrote a story about a dog who has to write a paper to graduate obedience school? Or maybe he has to write down all the rules and he has writer's block. Do dogs call it writer's block? Or writer's fence?"
Great. He's asleep. I just managed to put my dog to sleep. Trash that idea.
I know. What if a writer had a great idea stowed away somewhere? And he's looking for it, and right as the trash truck comes, he remembers it's in the folder he just threw away? So he runs out to the trash truck and gets there right as it's driving away. So he runs after it, and... gets hit by a car. Wow. Now there's a "Debbie downer."
Think. I need to get something down on paper. Wait, I have an idea. What if I just started with... and then wrote down my ideas as they came, and.... you know, that just might work. Here goes nothing...
I have writer's block about writer's block. Oh the irony.
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