Here’s something i had written a few months ago.
Battling writer’s block
Every now and then I pick up my pen and start off what I think can make a wonderful story. But no sooner have I penned a few lines than I find myself stuck, stranded right there in the midst of a potentially ‘novel’ story, with no end in sight. Oh my God, it’s the dreaded writer’s block, I fear. What is it with this affliction among writers, which puts us in a tizzy, when the mind is brimming with ideas but the pen just doesn’t seem to run at the same wavelength?
Determined to put all such doubts and queries at rest, I pull out my writing pad and sit at my desk armed with my loyal pen ready to script a brilliant article. A cup of hot tea stands by to rejuvenate those grey cells just in case they’ve become rusty. Then on the virgin sheet of paper the first few words make a tentative entrance: “Sunny glanced at through the dust-covered window at the lone banyan tree which stood outside his house.” Sheesh, such a poor opening. I rip the page off the pad, crumple it into an oval kinda ball – if at all it can be called a ball – and chuck it into the basket at my foot, which I always keep handy in such situations.
Okay, let’s get back to work, I tell myself. Maybe I need to write in a different genre, something which suits my style. So here goes: “Once upon a time, in a land where people had plenty to eat and drink, and disease and ill health were unheard of …” Now I don’t need a clichéd line like that. This is it. I can’t get a decent opening even for a fairy tale. Another sheet added to the basket, and I now notice the cup of tea which was indeed hot ‘once upon a time’. I take a sip of what now tastes like a sugar supplement and promptly put it away .
My taste buds given a rude shocker, I start again. A whacky idea sprints through my edgy mind and by the time I can put it on paper, it’s gone, just like a splinter which ignites easily but is blown away by the weakest gust of wind. At the end of the whole exercise, I have written 5 stories – a decent achievement except that each tale has not more than two sentences to it. So much for a budding author!
But looking at the brighter side, at least I’ve got something to work on for the next week . Before that there’s one thing I need to do – get another writing pad soon for this one’s lost more than half its pages to the dustbin.