Writer's Block

I’m going through a writer’s block at the moment. That is really ironic considering the fact that I claim to always have something to write about.  In fact, I have a fifteen minute discussion with Aditi about all she could write about almost every time we talk over the phone. [She’s coming back from South Africa and will finally have something concrete to write about (Her words, not mine!)]

So why does a writer’s block exist? Ever heard of a doctors or an engineer’s block? No. It’s always lucky writers. I think that is because writing is a creative profession. It requires creativity every moment. Like an artist could copy something from the living with a few twists, but if I sit to pen down my thoughts, they have to be original. The brain must be working like clockwork and thinking of the randomest things it can. I personally think that the idea of J. K. Rowling’s All Flavour Beans was genius. So were all the ways she named everyone – making Potter a surname, Dumble+Door, Serious Black (who is actually not at all serious or black either). But I digress as I always do.

Let us come to the question of what exactly a writer’s block is. You could take it literally – a block that stands in the middle of your head, not letting you think of anything worthwhile. Or metaphorically, which basically means not letting you think of anything worthwhile too. This very second, I could start off a rant about boredom or of how awfully hot it is. Perhaps the mangoes could be the next theme for a ballad and the sunglasses lying on the table object for haiku….

“Red sunglasses shout,

Abki Baar Modi Sarkaar;

Congress leaders pout.”

But you must have realised already, that a haiku about sunglasses is just a waste of time and certainly nothing that catches your interest.

So how does one take this block out of his head, tackle it down to the ground and bury it six feet under? One way could be writing about it in the first place and talking about how much having a writer’s block sucks. But honestly? You could write about anything – what you did in the day, how your neighbour’s dog peed on the tyre of your cycle, parents bragging about their kid’s exam results, the pattern of the sea waves or even the hot guy who was there at the park. After all, you’re the story weaver. It’s your job to make relatively normal things interesting.

I could tell you that the safety pin which you threw away somewhere in the drawer a couple of days ago was Queen Elizabeth’s. And you may not believe me (unless I have a degree in such stuff) but you’ll still go and find it. And suddenly, that normal safety pin is much more interesting.

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Btw, the next post I'm writing is going to be on puzzles and solving the Rubik's cube..so here's one to get those brain cells moving! Comment if you have any guesses!

Stephen was looking at a photo. Someone asked him, "Whose picture are you looking at?" He replied: "I don't have any brother or sister, but this man's father is my father's son." So, whose picture was Stephen looking at?

Till then folks!
Kanksha :)

Maybe this post wasn't one of the best, but I just had to write something, I guess. I think the next one is going to be interesting as I'm going to try and learn how to solve the cube myself too.. Thanks for reading guys!