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Writing life: Playing with Writer’s Block
©2015 by Raymond Alexander Kukkee
Writers Blocks[/caption]If piles of words work, Jack, they must stand tall and worthy and proud; if they do not we may release them, exiling them to dull, musty dictionaries. We trade words thoughtfully, and then wonder why. We
The trash can overflows, thought streaming, mind screaming,
Put them together, Jack, the words, the 'what ifs', no matter how long it takes; writer's block conspires like nameless, stony-faced three-dimensional chessmen to halt imagination and word play; perhaps they delight in turning us into three-dimensional Scrabblephobes with blank faces, blank spaces in every direction offering cobbled, unlikely words, and tiny, annoying page numbers keeping score. Motion ceases; writer's blocks prevent even the most diminutive progress at times. We go screen-blind,
Let's Play with Blocks.
[caption id="attachment_3375" align="alignleft" width="150"]Writers Blocks[/caption]
Yes, block(s) as in 'more than one' because yes, there are more than one. You have a pile directly before you. Invisible. Not the pile-up kind of wooden blocks little kids play with, letters printed on bright, coloured cubes, multi-coloured backgrounds. We humbly and perhaps numbly pile those up repetitively, the little ones giggling, and reveling in the empowerment of destruction, making castles fall down with outrageous laughter, enjoyment, a wondrous sense of accomplishment seeing our smiles.
Destruction of castles we may have built so carefully, so endlessly, at times so painfully—is inevitable. It happens. Smile. Get used to it, Jack.
"Writer's block unreasonably prevents the reasonable assembly of words."
Wordsmiths tangle with writer's block in various forms. We ponder, construct sentences, build paragraphs, preview pages, even hold collections of captive words in chapters for ransom at the point of a sharp pencil.
If piles of words work, Jack, they must stand tall and worthy and proud; if they do not we may release them, exiling them to dull, musty dictionaries. We trade words thoughtfully, and then wonder why. We trash them, experiment, or hit the delete key. Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, before you change your mind. Laugh raucously, go for coffee, and wonder why we didn't order an expensive latté and become plumbers instead.
Imagine. We could be turning on the tap, voila! Water, ma'am, yes, now the pool shower works, oh, lovely pool, by the way, yes, and the bikini, I am blinded, you are a beautiful woman, ma'am—no, alas, I cannot stay, I must not dally; duty calls, there are water pipes to be repaired at the old orphanage —but alas, writer's block unreasonably prevents the reasonable assembly of words. Being bears for punishment and reality, we have remained writers, so we start over, numbly rewrite, over, over, and over; we must persist.
The trash can overflows, thought streaming, mind screaming, the tap works, the bikini-clad nymph objects tearfully to our parting, please come back after you rescue the waifs, my handsome plumber-man, your dinner can wait... as the team spirit lags, disillusion swells, but we slog on.
Put them together, Jack, the words, the 'what ifs', no matter how long it takes; writer's block conspires like nameless, stony-faced three-dimensional chessmen to halt imagination and word play; perhaps they delight in turning us into three-dimensional Scrabblephobes with blank faces, blank spaces in every direction offering cobbled, unlikely words, and tiny, annoying page numbers keeping score. Motion ceases; writer's blocks prevent even the most diminutive progress at times. We go screen-blind,cursor-numb wordless, even under the abated breath —and wonder why?
Challenging Writer's Block
We're going big time here, challenging writer's block, the bane of the writing universe, many variations of which affect all bloggers, scribblers, poetic persons short storytellers, and writers of all genres. The block.
What has it become, discovery of the most stubborn? The muse leading a rebellion; a refusal to cooperate with reluctant writers as creativity disappears on vacation to dally in sand, watch clouds, listen to pick-up-sticks chatter, plant the garden, cut tall grass, and do the mundane, —the most mundane work possible, picking up stones, sticks, piling blocks. Blocks. I blink.
It happens to everyone at one time or the other. Another angle. New. Better. I see the blinking cursor, the blank screen, a pile of blocks, free of letters, words, sentences and paragraphs. Writer's blocks. Waiting to be filled in and re-piled. I laugh. Let the kid knock them down. Writer's blocks are a joke. We persist. Tomorrow is another day. You'll see.
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Tagged fiction, Scrabble, Tanka, writer's block, writer's blocks, writers, writing life
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The Cursor Clown
©2015 by Raymond Alexander Kukkee
[caption id="attachment_1459" align="aligncenter" width="800"] Mimi & Eunice, “Contribution”[/caption]
smart-assed comments, or blackmail. "You're dispensable" I caution, quite firmly too. I refuse to blink, stirring black coffee, waiting for the inevitable one-line comeback. I might even read the comics while I'm waiting.
It seems technology arrogantly defies dreams and aspirations, hastening to trip up even the most stalwart. It may be assisted with a screechy, smoking hard drive and dying battery. The screen, with it's blank face, impenetrable walls and innocent iconic game distractions may be a computer's best ally and defense against arbitrary, timely words, regardless how creative and elegant they may be. Worn-off letters on sticky keyboards, crabby software, updates, and devious social media distractions and icons all conspire, but the most evil of all must be the cursor clown. The blinking cursor. That's why it's called the cursor. That must be it.
The nervous, stuttering cursor, the unreliable genetic offspring of respectable, aged, tapping 2H pencils, blinks merrily; a foolish, dancing hooligan with silly grin, top hat, cane and invisible tap-dancing shoes. The invisible clown dances on an invisible banana-peel on the screen, cane flashing into sight to tease rather than please, offering little inspiration, not a shred of helpful advice, and fleeting offers annoying as a buzzing mosquito. Swat. Smack.
The cursor clown may be seen hastily back-stepping, with a ferocity at times that may have been learned from scruffy, junkyard dogs snapping sandwiches, fingers, and beautiful eligible words out of sight and back into oblivion. Off on, off on, off on....you get the idea. Off on. Off on. Off on. Backspace, delete, bite me, you're it. Surprisingly, a poor imitation of an old-fashioned two-step. The dancing, cursor clown.
"I'm on the stage, writer-man, admire me, worship me; feed me again,scribbling person, I dare'ya." The cursor clown taunts wickedly.
"Where's my spiral notepad and pointy 2H with all the teeth-marks on it?" I ask, most innocently, of course.
Beep....Silence.
Words appear magically on the screen...and remain.... Imagine that...it seems subtle threats work after all...
Maybe I'll crank that noisy old pencil-sharpener just a bit too, for good measure...
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