Still blocked
Jan. 30th, 2005 01:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tarotgalIt is now Sunday. And so starts day four of not being able to write anything. My mother told me an inspiring story that my neighbor told her today about a woman who was always writing and became a very well known mystery writer that (as it turns out) my mother loves. I smiled and nodded, feeling secretly very jealous. Usually I would love nothing more than writing day in and day out, but all passion and joy are gone. Gone gone gone. Nada. Nothing. Complete blank.
Thus begins Day Four.
During day three I played around with my print shop-type programs that I never even knew I had software for. I watched a few more movies. I watched the snow start to fall. I drew a sneezing!Nightcrawler that is really, really bad. And badly colored, too. I dunno if I even want to post it, it's that bad. And I sat for a while, staring at a blank page and trying to think of a drabble I could write. No inspiration struck, however. But as I can't write a decent drabble normally, I don't know why I can't write one when I'm blocked. LOL! Foolish tg :-) Mostly I just sat around feeling depressed that I've lost that drive. It'll come back, I'm sure. It always does eventually. I just feel so very sad and empty without that voice in my head. Hopefully when it does return the voice will be strong and good and maybe I'll have gotten something out of this. Some of my favorite things of mine were born after blocks like this. So you never know what'll happen. Usually my best work is done when I have a million other pieces and I am able to put them all aside suddenly to work on the new thing. So I'm not expecting that much. But, yeah, my day's been boring and sad.
When the snow clears in a day or two I think I would like to go to my storage unit and get out my old writings box. There's a piece I wrote back in high school about writer's block that is in that box. Sadly, the box is in the VERY back, at the bottom of a stack that's about 12 feet tall. So it's almost impossible to get to that box. I wonder if I have a copy of it electronically on my parents' old computer... I wonder...
Welcome to day four!
Thus begins Day Four.
During day three I played around with my print shop-type programs that I never even knew I had software for. I watched a few more movies. I watched the snow start to fall. I drew a sneezing!Nightcrawler that is really, really bad. And badly colored, too. I dunno if I even want to post it, it's that bad. And I sat for a while, staring at a blank page and trying to think of a drabble I could write. No inspiration struck, however. But as I can't write a decent drabble normally, I don't know why I can't write one when I'm blocked. LOL! Foolish tg :-) Mostly I just sat around feeling depressed that I've lost that drive. It'll come back, I'm sure. It always does eventually. I just feel so very sad and empty without that voice in my head. Hopefully when it does return the voice will be strong and good and maybe I'll have gotten something out of this. Some of my favorite things of mine were born after blocks like this. So you never know what'll happen. Usually my best work is done when I have a million other pieces and I am able to put them all aside suddenly to work on the new thing. So I'm not expecting that much. But, yeah, my day's been boring and sad.
When the snow clears in a day or two I think I would like to go to my storage unit and get out my old writings box. There's a piece I wrote back in high school about writer's block that is in that box. Sadly, the box is in the VERY back, at the bottom of a stack that's about 12 feet tall. So it's almost impossible to get to that box. I wonder if I have a copy of it electronically on my parents' old computer... I wonder...
Welcome to day four!
