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Post by MDPthatsme on Jun 7, 2013 14:06:52 GMT -6
Description: When a writer is stuck or is unenthused to a project it is called "writer's block." Write a description of how writer's block makes you feel. I can be through your own eyes or the eyes of character who is a writer, journalist, etc.
Can be for any game, prose, or photo-story if you can make it work.
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Post by MDPthatsme on Jun 7, 2013 14:12:01 GMT -6
I've been thinking about the things that irritate me the most. Ignorance, arrogance, cruelty, greed, politics, the list goes on considerably. However when it comes right down to it, I think what bothers me the most...for myself...is wanting to do something, but not being able to do it or having no energy or will to do it. For the later half, it's not boredom or procrastination, but pure unenthusiasm. For writers, it's writer's block. For artists, lack on inspiration. For musicians, a decresendo in muse. Whatever it's definition, it is crippling for me since almost everything I do is based on creativity, From the mind, to art, to music, to paper. Without my creative spark, I am cast into a pool of misery. It bothers me greatly when I find myself in this pool, splashing about, but finding no way out. I give it time, but time is an elusive thing. It can be a day or a week, a month, then two months before I climb out of this pool. A mass of creativity explodes, chapters written, sketches drawn, notes find rhythm until a song is made. But soon I find myself sinking back into the water, feet stuck in the thick mud with my muse...gone. It's a hard thing, all this fighting I do. Though I would not trade my music, drawing, or writing for the world (why, when I can create my own), I do get so irritated with myself, especially when I'm staring at the same damn blank page for an hour. There are ways to deal with it, especially if you are person like myself that keeps themself busy with hobbies. I'm an expert hobby-ist for sure. If it's not art I'm working on, it is writing. If not writing, music. If not music, art. If not any, the Sims, contests, and my stories. I pluck on them like strings of a grand harp, going back and forth striking cords. Some notes are pretty, some...not so much. But at least they stay in beat, stay in rhythm. If rhythm is lost I fear a long pause in rest, as I said before takes time. I'm a young thing so many tell me it is fine. I have time, be patent. Though I have patience abundant for 8 hour drawings, a year for writing a manuscript, and any given hour needed for loading my game, I have zero patience for this kind of time. Have no doubt that I find myself lucky to be a creative person, but it can be a frustrating thing.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2013 16:00:16 GMT -6
It's great md. It has a nice rythum to it.
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Post by joseph on Jun 20, 2013 4:31:38 GMT -6
The open word doc stares at me like a monster from the deep, knowing I have nothing. I turn my music up to full volume, hoping that will pump some inspiration into me. The inspiration I so desperately need to finish the scene. I get lost in the music, soon singing along to all my favourite songs. All the while, the open word doc stares at me like a monster from the deep, knowing I have nothing. The music finishes. Searching for a distraction, I open my Facebook and Twitter pages. Soon enough one of my friends on Facebook starts chatting to me and we while away the time talking to each other in teenspeak. The open word doc stares at me like a monster from the deep, knowing I have nothing. It's dinner. I tell myself 'No biggie. I'll come back to it later. It's not a failure.' The hours turn into days, the days turn into weeks. I'm focused on other projects, some worthwhile, some simply meaningless. All the while, the open word doc stares at me like a monster from the deep, knowing I have nothing. Finally I stare back. I haven't written anything in a month. It's hopeless. The inspiration will never come to me. I feel guilty. And that's stupid. And I know that. The open word doc mocks me like a monster from the deep, laughing at me for having nothing. Maybe it's because I'm thinking about giving up, the fact that I cannot stand the thought of failure that leads me back to that cursed word document, back to that scene, and to get past this stupid writers block, get past the depressing feelings of guilt and failure. The characters are back, the scene forms in my head, and I'm writing feverishly, lost in my own subsconscious, lost in my own story. I stare at the open word doc - that hated monster from the deep. In my imagination, the monster bows his head, knowing that I no longer have nothing.
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Post by MDPthatsme on Jun 20, 2013 9:45:37 GMT -6
That's amazing...and really accurate
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Post by joseph on Jun 20, 2013 12:17:35 GMT -6
Thanks!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2013 13:46:36 GMT -6
Thats brill Joseph.
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