” When things go wrong as they sometimes will, When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill, When the funds are low and the debts are high And you want to smile, but you have to sigh, When care is pressing you down a bit, Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns As every one of us sometimes learns And many a failure comes about When he might have won had he stuck it out; Don’t give up though the pace seems slow— You may succeed with another blow.
Often the Goal is nearer than, It seems to a faint and faltering man, Often the Struggler has given up, When he might have captured the victor’s cup, And he learned too late when the night slipped down, How close he was to the Golden Crown.
Success is failure turned inside out— The silver tint of the clouds of doubt, And you never can tell just how close you are, It may be near when it seems so far; So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit— It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.”
A writer’s block. A malady understood by only .1% populace. An incurable & inexplicable phenomena that afflicts both the wanna be & the established writers equally.
So, what is it that causes the curious case of a writer’s block?
If creativity is a divine gift , is writer’s block a punishment by a not-so-happy divine hand? 😛
If creativity is 99% practice, how the hell is one supposed to practise the inability to practise something ?
Not-so-easy to answer questions!
Let’s start with the basic one.
What is a writer’s block???
The exact feeling can be figuratively compared to a bad dream where one is falling down a steep hill without any bodily control & wakes up with a sudden jerk.
The meaning of the phrase is the inability to; write a sentence, possess a linear thought process /flow of ideas, or sometimes, a condition when the ability to write even the next word is lost, for a week, a month or, in my case, a number of months now.
It feels like the heart might give away completely the moment the next word will come out of my mouth/ pen. The thing is it is too lame to be expressed, yet happens to the best of us.
“Writing about a writer’s block is better than not writing at all.” 🙂
– Charles Bukowski
I can’t fathom the depths of failure that writer’s blocks brings upon someone. It’s different for everyone. And I’m sure the easy answer is to look at it as a technical issue rather than a psychological one (a reality of over-thinking writers).
But here’s what helps me at times, & I’m sure the answer is different for each one of us.
Read a thought-provoking book
Strenuous physical activity
The art of doing nothing
Any one of the above, or when I am lucky enough, all the above mentioned activities slowly steer me away from the wretched blockage of creative energy, & allows me to relax enough to write naturally.
I guess more or less, the lack of inspiration or monotony is why writer’s block manifests. And doing that one thing that always takes you on a “joy-ride” is the key to unlock the much-dreaded blockage.
Do share your ideas on how you get past your block in the comments section. 🙂
A dogs’ life isn’t long enough for many things. But long enough to do just one thing right – to love unconditionally!
Not a selfish kind of love we humans are accustomed to — where give and take is quantified and measured and the terms of the same are renegotiated every other day.
A dog’s love is playful, fulfilling, & unconditional. Sometimes I feel that the purpose of my life is to create such love and spread it to every being I meet.
But then, I am not a dog !
A fixed dose of judgements, calculations, defensiveness enters my conditioned brain, once I try to become a “Dogable person”.
The dreadful irony is that “mankind” believes itself to be so superior to its earthmates, that even the image of God – a universal energy that created existence – is carved out of the image of a human being, preferably a man.
Even after declaration of the creator God in its own image, a human is incapable of selfless love. Even when one loves one’s kids, it is with an ulterior motive of finding a helping hand in the wretched old age.
All the other species love & protect their offsprings just as much as required by nature, without expections in future – the kind of love that is self- sustaining, courageous, & unconditional.
But for man, the downfall came when he decided to conquer the elements of nature, & in such a conquiring, imagined itself to be the master of universe.
Maybe a “dog’s love” is a gentle reminder to the decadent human race, of the kind of lovewe could have been capable of, if we didn’t stumble to the serpentine greed of power and self-importance – the original sin we all are culprit of !