Tuesday, 3 July 2012

Writing as A Cure for Writer's Block

     I don’t know what to write. I keep saying I’m going to write more, but I just don’t know what to write. Is my life really that boring? Surely there’s something. But I don’t want to complain about trivialities.

     Nothing major has happened to me. I’ve never had my heart broken or lost a loved one. The things that I find unfair seem silly compared to the trauma some people face, and I feel selfish and petty going on about them. Nothing even springs to mind right now, because nothing has been significant.
I lost my grandfather when I was four, but I scarcely remember it, though I do remember him. I got glandular fever for about a year, but it’s not even life threatening. That’s about it. I guess I’ve had a pretty good life in that respect.

    But I’m struggling for inspiration right now. I’ve spent the last month at home, since finishing university for the summer. I can’t get a job because of this terrible job market, and me and my friends are too skint to do any particularly exciting. So I’m left with my own thoughts and the internet. I guess there are parts of the internet that could be inspiring, but I can’t stop watching TV shows and films. I’m travelling a bit in the next few months, so maybe that will help.

     It’s just really frustrating, wanting to write, but being blocked. I guess this sort of helps – writing about being blocked, in an attempt to get unblocked. Although, now I think on it, I guess I’m writing right now to justify my lack of writing, seeing as how I said I was going to do more.

    I’ve not even done much on my other stories, but I think that’s more because I’m just lazy. Although it’s not like I’ve sat on my arse doing nothing – I’ve had odd bits of work, cleaned out my room, met up with some friends. Just nothing that made me want to write about it.

     And I feel like I should write about experiences I’ve had. It’s all very well seeing something in a film or reading about it in a book, and that affecting you, but it’s not the same as experiencing it for real. The writing wouldn’t be as real or honest when you’re writing about something that happened to someone else. I guess I’m still only eighteen, and I have time to experience more things, both good and bad, that could be inspiring. For now, I’ll just have to try to draw on what I have seen and done, and use a lot more imagination to flesh it out.

    I guess that’s another aspect of writing. Real experiences provide inspiration, but that doesn’t mean you have to stick to them. I’m always day-dreaming and hoping for things to happen, so I could try writing about those more. Just because nothing incredible is happening in my real world right now, doesn’t mean it can’t in my head.

     Ok, now I’m just getting really pissed off with myself. I just keep writing about writing, and never actually doing what I say I’m going to do. My willpower seriously sucks sometimes. Well, most of the time. Maybe I need to decide to write at a certain time every day, after tea or something, and force myself to do it more. Just write about anything, except about wanting to write more, because that seems to be all I’m capable of doing right now. Hence, frustration at self. I’m going round in circles, getting nowhere, and I really need to stop making excuses for it.

    Right, I’m finished with this for just now. I'm going to go write about something – ANYTHING – else.


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