Writer's block sucks. If you don't know writer's block then I'll give it to you in a simple term. When you have no idea what the hell to write about. NOT AT ALL. I always write in the same spot. In a corner of a room at Washburn University and I just sit there staring at a screen trying to figure out what in the world could be more interesting than debates, seasons changing, or writing another open letter to the people who write open letters. I can only imagine the amount of strength it takes to be an author. Someone who has to write over 100 pages of details and character development along with a solid plot that involves love quotes and silly circumstances. Color me not interested.
When in writer's block I begin to look around at my surroundings wondering if I could write about the lady in the gray jacket standing about five feet away from me, eyes deep in her phone. Or the girl with the purple backpack who sleeps on the couch 10 feet away from me. I could make up a story about how the gray jacket lady always wakes up the purple backpack girl because she's laughing too hard at a Harambe meme. Then I scratch that idea. Doesn't make sense and I can't make 500 words with that. So then I hop on my Facebook to see if I can write about something that impacts me. As I scroll and scroll all I see is food tutorials, clown sightings, and politics. So maybe I can work with that!
First off, food tutorials. I've never cooked in my life and the one time I did I made cookies that tasted like you just ate a spoon full of salt and chocolate chips. So I gave them to my roommate at the time. Sorry Jack. I see a chicken Parmesan recipe and I'm like "I can totally make that it looks so good. So delicious. Mm. I'm making that shit no doubt." Then two weeks pass and I'm still waiting in the drive-thru of McDonald's paying for the same cheap crap. But then my writer's block kicks in and I hit the wall of this-isn't-relatable-at-all.
Then I look at my other two choices and see not much difference between the two. Clowns are spotted in over 7 different states just walking around and chasing people with knives. Same could be said for the politics. Clowns travel in over 7 states walking around chasing people around with knives. But the knives being the votes and the clowns being well, do the math. But then THE WRITER'S BLOCK shows up and kicks the door down to my creativeness and kills it with a knife or grabs me by the pu...
Anyways, I want to be a relatable writer but at the same time I want to be a different writer. I could always write an open letter to the people who have had a rough life or to the girl who gets a pumpkin spice every Tuesday at 3. I could always write about the clowns that terrorize communities and scare the shit out of people. I could ALWAYS write about how politics but whenever it is mentioned people like to eat some douchey sushi and say something super offensive. But here I am writing about writers block. Being simple. Being hidden. Being pushed off to the side when all I want is to simply makes you happy. Earlier today I saw someone share a post about a dead cat being found. They said that they cried for about 10 minutes because the post was so sad. Why would you share that to all of your friends? So they can be sad too? But I can't work with that. I just saw the lady in the grey jacket litter. I guess I can just work with that.
