| Writer's Block (In That Mood)- Aquilae Stilus 1998 Independent study topic. Code for: whatever crap is on your mind at the time. Two pages? No problem. Sean poised his fingers over the keyboard, staring in expectation at the computer screen, and waited for the words to flow. They didn't. So he took a deep breath, turned on some music, stretched, came back to his chair, and prepared to begin. But the words wouldn't come. He sighed in frustration, and, with extreme creative effort, eked out two triumphant words- Life is He paused. What? Life was what? There was nothing interesting about life that was left to talk about. It had been covered already. Life was pass�. Okay, so find a different angle. He frowned, struggling to find the perfect adjective to describe life. Life is interesting. Don't think so. He hurriedly erased it and began again. Life is pain. And Merry Christmas to you, too. Scratch that. Sean punched the backspace key. Life is complicated. Geez, he sounded like a commercial. Disgusted, he erased the entire sentence. Okay, so screw life. He'd write about something that hadn't been covered a million times. I am Another pause. Okay, so what the hell was he? This was the most frustrating lack of creativity he'd ever encountered. Usually, the instant his fingers touched the keys, he was off and running, embarking on some incredible subject and typing the way a pianist plays- fluid, confident, never-ending. He often didn't even need a topic to begin with. One always came to him when he was in that mood. Okay, deep breath, try one more time. I am He punched the keys in anger. I am nmghglythg Yep, that pretty much covered it. Smiling, Sean erased the mess, and in total desperation just threw out the first thing that came to mind. I am the worst piece of snot writer Well, at least that was progress. But talking about his writing wouldn't get him through two lines, much less two sentences. Sternly, the clock chimed. He looked up at it. Twenty minutes wasted. He needed to get to work. She looked Was that d�ja vu he was feeling? Or did he always get the urge to break something valuable when he couldn't get past two measly words? Take it easy. Add a few words, go from there. Use a simile or something, dammit! She looked like a Good, good. Elaborate. Incorporate imagery- She looked like a rabid gerbil Yikes! Where did that come from? Why had he never noticed before how bad he was at handling frustration? The images were there, beckoning him, but emotions such as those could never be found in combinations of mere nouns and adjectives. He had to get going. The last thing he needed when he had writer's block like this was to give up. He shook his head in disgust. Suddenly inspiration struck. With writer�s block like this� His eyes locked on the computer screen, an idea forming. Words began composing themselves obediently in his mind. Sean's fingertips went into motion. The words began to flow, a symphony of witty phrases collaborating into one hell of an independent study. An hour later, he was finished, and it was six pages long. Scrolling to the top again, he titled it "Writer's Block." |