I’m suffering from writer’s block. A million ideas go through my head at least once a day when I’m not writing and the moment I sit down to pen my thoughts down, I draw a blank. I have been writing since I was taught my ABC’s. I didn’t write well back then and I won’t pretend I write well now. But I do enjoy it. It calms me down and nothing feels better than my thoughts flowing through my fingertips and into my computer.
I used to have a fictionpress.com account. (Is that what it was called?) That was my first attempt at writing something other than a school assignment. My writings were more poems than anything else and were written of the mind of a 15-year-old awkward girl, smitten with a boy who never once said “hi” to her in junior high or high school. I’ve attempted to dig up my old account, but can’t find the email or password associated with it, or if I’ve even got the right web address – I’ve gone through about 30 different emails in the last ten years, after all.
Other writings “published” on my account were full of anger directed at the impending divorce of my parents. I had such anger for an overdramatic 15, almost 16-year-old girl. It’s sad, really, because ten years later, I’m still angry and overdramatic. But what makes me upset is that there was one particular “poem”, if you will, that I wrote concerning my parent’s marriage. I can still remember the first line: Pounding her fists against the wall, she braces herself for the breakdown… But after that, it’s gone. I want that poem back. I want to read it.
I suppose if I wasn’t so lazy, I could go dig through my teenage journal full of “woe is me” poems and see if a copy of it is hiding in there. But, it still doesn’t resolve my current situation of being absolutely and utterly brain dead about what to write next. Write what you know. I know some things… not a lot… but none of it, I assume, would interest my readers. Some of it my readers don’t even need to know.
What do you do to bring yourself out of a bout of writer’s block?
Blue-Eyed Rockabella 