Sit down,
take out that stack of paper or
open up that notebook, pick up
that number two pencil and
write.
JUST WRITE.
Let it flow out,
let it gather in pools of thoughts,
Eddy from rivers of concepts,
plant some ideas and watch them
grow, watch them flourish in the
fields of the imagination, and
write it out.
Let your fingers blister and callus,
forming notches where the pencil
presses against the skin, leaving
marks where your hand rubs
against the paper's surface.
Ignore the cramps,
the pain,
the soreness of your hunched
back and craned neck,
and just get it out and onto
the paper.
Don't take your eyes off of it, disregard the
surface it lays upon, keep your sights
within the margins of the page.
Don't look away, don't get
distracted, focus on the
words you have yet
to put down
into
c
o
h
e
s
I
o
n
,
into meaning,
into purpose,
and when
they begin to take form,
let the hand's autopilot
take over,
while
you
formulate
about what has yet to come.
Keep writing until
you are down to
the last bit of wood
and lead, using the
tips of your fingers to
maximize the usage
and utility of the
instrument, until it is
all gone, reaching over
for a replacement,
reaching over
without taking
your eyes off the
page: remember,
you can't lose sight
of the vision being handed
to you by your muse:
Clio,
Melpomene,
or Thalia;
Calliope,
Erato,
or Euterpe - it doesn't matter who -
just as long as you keep on writing with your new - pen?
PEN‽
Where did this come from?
HOW DID IT GET HERE?
YOU ARE READING
Writer's Block
Non-FictionWritten originally as a personal piece of inspiration has grown into a battle cry in order to combat every writer's nemesis: The Block 'Curiously enough, the only thing that went through the mind of the bowl of petunias as it fell was 'Oh no, not ag...
