That is what my mind draws when I set myself down to write something. The words that were mine own army desert me even now, as I compel myself to write.
There seems to be no dearth of ideas and stories, scenarios going on in the head at all times, but when you set out to put pen to paper or fingers to the keyboard, the flow sort of slackens, and then just completely evaporates!
Is it just me who finds that infuriating? I just didn’t know what to write here today, yet again. Until I thought of writing about just that; the lack of it.
It is quite something to come across famous authors with at least ten or twelve books to their credit saying that they have what they term “writer’s block”.
Understandable, my friend, I know you have poured your heart and soul into that novel you just wrote. All the schemes and plots, dragons you created and just prodded the protagonist into slaying.
You can be forgiven for the hiatus, the pause of several years when you dwelt in your dark and wordless cave.
Consider a broken-down spaghetti maker. The strands come out unequal, inconsistent and not smooth like they ought to be. We delve into the mystery of the spaghetti maker and wonder what could have gone wrong?
A couple of scenarios come to mind-
a) Something wrong with the machine itself – Maintenance issues, or due to normal wear and tear and ageing
b) Maybe the dough was not proper – the input given to the machine was lacking, hence the output cannot be at par.
How about we put the author in place of the spaghetti maker. Then his mind becomes prey to illnesses, and old age makes the author vulnerable to afflictions of the mind. Bleak.
The second scenario has a more interesting role I think. If the fodder for the mind is not proper, how will our author be ‘inspired’? I imagine the author settling into a family role where nothing exciting ever happens, life becomes quite mundane. The whole ‘garbage in, garbage out’ makes sense here, doesn’t it?
If only the guy who owns the spaghetti maker were to take care of the machinery and do a bit of maintenance occasionally, a bit of cleaning and oiling and tinkering and you know, just show it a bit of love. And, if he uses a proper dough. If the dough is consistent, the results will be great too!
Hold on a sec. I do not have ten or twelve books to my credit, heck, I am not even remotely popular.
How can I complain of a writer’s block then? What could be my excuse for not being inspired to write?
I think the fault lies in not attempting to write more often. The ideas just flutter in and out of the mind without being committed to paper. One of my college professors used to carry a Dictaphone always. He would say his ideas out loud into the Dictaphone. It helped him articulate his thoughts into words, and his ideas would now be material in his possession, unlike fluttering ideas.
Here’s what I propose I’ll do henceforth:
• I will keep a notepad handy for there’s no knowing when an idea might strike
• I will write down at least hundred words a day. It will keep the words flowing
• I will never deny my brain new influences
I have been clacking away at the keyboard for a bit under an hour and I already feel great!
I am looking forward to writing again, and sharing some here.