Good morning. It's Monday again. Don't you love Monday mornings? You know, a reminder how short you weekend seemed to be and how long your week is going to be?
though. I figured I just write a little blog about bloc. As in
writer's bloc. The disability of a writer to produce new work. Which
is, for me, usually lasts a few days. Though on occasion, it has lasted
I find the practice of writing should be a
routine. So I am usually up at 5 am to get something done. This
morning, I was up earlier, so I decided to put in even more time than
First, I fire up the coffeemaker. Definitely need the
caffeine. I turn on the computer. I then sit at my keyboard, not the
computer kind, but an EMI. I run up the keys, playing chords in
different octaves. I find this helps eliminate cramps in the fingers
when I am working on the computer keyboard. (As an aside, I am fortunate
not to have back problems, and I attest this as my training as a
pianist. It is really all in the posture.)
After pouring my
coffee, I sit at the computer and open my manuscript file. I watch as
the cursor blinks, and blinks, and blinks some more. This when on for at
least ten minutes.
I write a sentence. Then I read it aloud.
Realizing how awful it sounded, I erased it. I did this several times
and I realize I am at a loss at what to write.
So I go back to
the EMI, and play a rendition of Chopin's Piano Concerto No 2, but in
Prestissimo, figuring that the fast pace would fire up my synapses. It
Okay, a hot shower might help. So I take a
long one. I can say I felt cleaner and I thought I had a new
perspective, but after sitting back down at the computer, I knew it
wasn't the case.
I figured maybe a walk in the early morning fall
air might help. I took my camera with me, maybe I can get in a couple
of decent shots. I was trying work out my problem as I walked, but I
just couldn't get past it. Also,the shots weren't there, or maybe I saw
them as a redundancy, duplicating ones I took earlier. Or I missed
then all together because I was so focused on my problem.
I return home about
twenty minutes later, having done nothing productive in that time.
Sitting back at the computer, I see that darn blinking cursor again.
It seems to be mocking me.
"Laugh at me will you! Here, take
this!" I bang out a few sentences. I reread them, and was satisfied
that is was adequate enough for this first draft. There will be a stage
1 rewrite most likely anyways.
I was lucky this time. There is
were times where I just couldn't write down anything. Even if I could, they
were just some gibberish no one could understand.
Now, here I am writing this blog. This would constitute as writing, right? Wow, the irony is that.
How do you deal with your own writer's bloc?