I don’t know what to write I don’t know what to write I don’t know what to write.
Is exactly what I wrote when trying that age old advice for writer’s block:
Sit down and write something, anything. Just get words on the page.
I’m not saying it is bad advice. Quite the contrary. But repeating the sentences isn’t working.
Oh, I know, I’ll try my old trick of using a random word generator.
*click* The word is: carnival.
A juicy word! Here we go.
Heeeere we go.
Go.
Ugh.
My mind is like a carnival?
That’s it, that’s all she wrote.
It’s more like the carnival that left town. Quiet. Dead. Random bits of debris blowing around.
That was almost lyrical and then it wasn’t. A sudden gust of wind that just as suddenly went still.
So goes the ongoing wrestling match with my demons. Well, not demons, that’s an unfair characterization. My Muse is not a demon and my demons are not Muses.
There are those who would say that having writer’s block is simply lack of discipline. Just sit down and write words is the cure.
