Monday 11 August 2014

Writers Block

All these words inside my head, ringing, singing, and playing there part. Telling me what I need to know, what’s about to happen next, what what what what…
 
Making a mess out of my concentration. Making a mess out of my…ah…um…
 
And like with all good blocks, I get that point where I can sit in front of the computer, the keys under my fingers, my mind calling all words to the front, to flow, roll out my fingers. Hurry, get these out of me, let me breathe… let me think of something, anything
 
And… nothing
 
Ah, wait, there’s it is, yes, yes! YES!!
 
 
400 words later and thought it isn’t bed, it isn’t anything that I was thinking of, it isn’t just the start of what I wanted to say, of what’s ringing in my ears. but these 400 words has taken me nearly 2 hrs and I have family, I have things that need to be done, I can’t waste any more time. Oh, well, I’ll wait, pick it up when the kids are asleep.
 
Later doesn’t quite come. I generally have 2 ways of going. 1) my partner decide to have a late night on the computer himself (we only have one, we ain’t rich) or 2) I get all set up, and things distract me or is it more that I let it? I’m not really sure, maybe a bit of both. at nights a good time to connect with the people on facebook as we mess up better that way (really early in the morning or late at night) and so there’s that, talking, re-connecting for the day, week)
 
Then there’s other things to deal with, things that can be done, that don’t have to. Things to read, to look at. Things that are boring as all hell, but you can’t help yourself, because there’s no way you’re going to be able to write anything.
 
So my plan of unplugging (really wish I could use some drain away shit, but alas, I’m going to have to go old school, with the undoing, and picking out the bits of…things you’d rather not have to deal with, which is the reason you wanted it down the drain in the first place)
 
My plan, I’m re-writing.