Writers Block

Like wild locusts it attacks your membrane, sucks your creative juice and leaves you dry. You try to get inspired, it comes and goes. The moment you think you are about to pen something down the inspiration disappears. Incomplete and sometimes useless stories filter into your head.

Sometimes you have themes and no stories, other times, stories but no themes.

You read to get inspired but end up dropping the book pages after the first, and when you force yourself to get inspired, you see your brain forming someone's stories.

You start writing something, anything, initially it makes no sense, suddenly you write two lines that made sense, and then you go blank again, your head becomes fuzzy, and senseless lines begin pouring out. You tear the pad or delete the draft.

You hate yourself for not being able to do what you can do, the words form in your mouth but not in your head, you say them but they sound stupid.

Depression sets in, you turn on your music player, select a cool playlist, yet nothing comes, you only see yourself creating mental pictures from the lyrics. How the musical videos should look or should have looked like and what not.

You just can't handle this, you stay awake all night, and insomnia sets in for no reason.

You just have to wait till whenever the creative gridlock would ease up, so you could drive freely on that imaginative highway. Until then, you are stuck in the WRITERS BLOCK. The end of invention.

***Then you pick your device and type a nonsense as this, and post it online.

There comes this time in the life of every writer.

Augustus Bill

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