Meeting Mr. Writer's Block

This introduction was in fact, the last paragraph I wrote while doing this article. The second paragraph was the original one. I just thought I should do some little editing before posting this because you might be confused with whatever I am writing about. This is a transition from having nothing to write (meeting with Mr. Writer’s Block) to gaining an idea later on (conversation with Mr. Writer’s Block). I do hope I made sense here for other bloggers like me who is having the same case and for my readers that expect not garbage but a treasure in reading.

When I started this blog, I was a little reluctant because I am afraid that times like this - when I am completely out of words to say, stories to tell, and inspirations to share - would leave me off guard, LOST. Facing a blank screen with a blank mind is very FRUSTRATING. It is like walking in a vast land without knowing where to go. It is like very NOW, typing any words without real ideas to compose, and deleting that word as soon as I type it.

And before I was able to finish just this line for my next paragraph, I was at pause for about 5minutes. My mind is too busy thinking what to write that it does not want to entertain other ideas if there is any which actually, there is not. The song “Father and Son” is my background music telling me to “...just relax, take it easy...”. Now what? How would I finish this article if all this time, there really is nothing to write? Well, I think I already met Mr. Writer’s Block. Not nice meeting you sir. Oh, Mr. Writer’s Block, I don’t want to meet you but why come?

On second thought, I think I’d love to have a clever discussion with you after all. Could we do it like the way I wrote my drama script for Literature class? So here it goes:

Mr. Writer’s Block: So what should we talk about? I actually have nothing to say?

Me: I know. That is why I am trying to talk to you about anything so that eventually, you will be turned off with me and go.

Mr. W.B.: No, I am not going away until you’ve learned to cope with me. I don’t come as often as you think, but when I come, you surely won’t like it.

Me: Hmm...Could you even give me just a little hint how to avoid you?

Mr. W.B.: Simple. Stop writing and let your mind rest a little. I am not friendly you know, but I do care for your brains. Without them, you won’t recognize me.

Me: But, I’ve been with you for almost a week now, you should leave!

Mr. W.B.: May I ask what did you do for that whole time I’ve been with you?

Me: Well, I went to work, went home, face a blank screen, sleep and do it again the next day.

Mr. W.B.: So there it is! My lady, all you have to do is STOP, LISTEN, and LOOK around. Take a break. Stop cramming. Listen to what your heart is saying. And, look around for inspiration - they might be on the other side of the road, you just need to take a closer look.

Me: I think you are right. Maybe, I was just buried in my own routine that I forgot to discover the very conspicuous inspirations happening around me.

Mr. W.B.: Very good. I think you don’t need me now. If ever I get to come across you again, remember: STOP, LISTEN, and LOOK AROUND.