I'm happy to say though that yesterday is when I actually ended a bout of writer's block that lasted a couple of months. I felt very inspired yesterday and was writing, writing. My desktop is full of notes and I started writing in my journal here.
"That is very fortunate," says the little mouse. "For there is always room for more writers. Come and share your thought with us. You already have your own thread, but do pop into one of the others and join the fun." The little mouse nibbles on her cheese and sips her cold bubbly. "Yes, fun and games, words and laughter. For every word is one and none should be left untyped."
Then I'll be a cat with my own thread. Hopefully the ball of yarn will be never ending. Mostly I'll be a human though, full of thought and emotion. Sometimes this is even too overwhelming for myself, so then I may shut down and be a robot. Then, I feel, the only cure for that is Love..
the goblin welcomed the cat then, explaining "...no big deal really, only that if you write in third person, simply one has to choose a persona for oneself or else the reader wonders who or what is saying this then, where if you leave it blank they are uneasy whereas if you choose something you're comfortable with they'll readily accept as fiction then, something that most people who read books are used to...", so one did a text to improve one's writing skills and added a picture to improve one's skill at illustrating, smiling "...what you write writes you back, yet you're ever an unknown here where all this will be forgotten anyway, so it sounds pointless doesn't it, but no, why not, well because you take from this practice an ability ingrained wiithin you by it, what you write writes you back each time, that's all..."
keep your day job. but yeah i've had writers block for like a year. I've been using the journals here too, except they're giving me technical difficulties atm.
It's not all fairy tales In my own world though, I write as I please It's not about rhyme, or punctuation, or rules- just thoughts (Thoughts that become words, words that become meaning Stream of consciousness is for me...) I suppose it's not my world though A little bee such as me You're more likely to find me in a tree
Dejavu- "I think you've said that before. How can I know for sure?" "I'll stop and smell the roses as soon as I get down from this tree shaped cloud..." said the bee, light-ly
("...welcome aboard..." went the goblin thinking the bee wrote well and would then read all that was on offer here, adding "...lots and lots happening in the world of late, but ourdearmedia is not spelling it out for, if the mini ice age has started for real, then they don't want us to be aware of it lest we take matter into our own hands, simply the cererbus has three heads of cold cost and confrontation here, where anyone following the news we be caught blind sided because the news only plays catch up reporting on the present, it warns us of nothing till it's too late to react, yet conversely most people don't want to react till the media tell them the truth that they already suspect...", time up the goblin would return to this topic later)
Music to me is the easiest cure for a writers block. Not music you'd normally listen to, however, but something out of the ordinary that still speaks to you.
