Around the Block
I stare at a blank screen on my laptop, the 21st century equivalent of the blank page. I avert my eyes and search the recesses of my brain. Nothing. I have writers block.
I want to write but I just can't. Things have been happening but nothing that I can find of any significance that extracts a story. It's frustrating.
Every thought, recent memory, doesn't excite the mechanism that makes me want to type hundreds of words attempting to relate a specific moment in time.
I crack a smile as I realize that this post is just a ruse, i.e. writing about writers block as a way to break the damn. It seems somewhat trite. Like the pickup artist whose line for getting ladies is not to have a line. How transparent and weak.
Anytime I have writers block it takes me back to that scene in Finding Forester. Sean Connery says to his young study, "Just write, don't think, just write." In many ways that describes my problem. Too much thinking and not enough writing, yet I can't get up the willpower to just type. I want to write in proof mode not draft and I'm pretty sure that can be detrimental to the process.
I've also been told that reading can be a great way to prime the writing pump but lately that just makes me want to read more and write less.
So where am I by the end of this post? Maybe not much farther than when I started but at least I was able to get something down on this darn screen.