Let’s face it that we have all faced it. The big intangible wall that manifests time and again in our dreamy world of poems, metaphors and artistry; every valiant attempt to rupture it only ends up as an endless head-banging against it. We sit at it, sometimes for hours, sometimes for days on end; but the blind stare game with the blank sheet seems like forever to cease like a stagnant marriage pulled on for too long. Where has all the romance with the pen gone?
Here’s exploring the different faces of the Big Block that every writer, once in a while must have encountered:
What to write!
The foremost and the most ill-considered of all agonies what to write! Syrians in misery? Khmer’s hidden treasuries? Financial policies? Scientific discoveries? A romantic tale? Too mainstream. Celebrity scandals? Not substantial. Current social issue? Not entertaining (sigh!) A historical event? No readership. Communist revolution? No way!
If you are anyone like me, simply getting a topic to write on could be the most exhausting part, and let alone the blank pages yet to be filled. The muse seems to be eluding, and the pen is stuck for want of inspiration. Too often this has been romanticized in poems and films; the writer is in despair after a continuum of blank pages and out of the blue his muse appears that propels a poetic wave in his pen. Now I don’t discount the grandeur of all these but look into any writer’s desk, and the reality could be far too frustrating and dirty. “What to write on!” Probably the best answer to this brain-draining question would be listening to what the writer in you WANTS to write about. While the inspiration might seem eluding and you might wish to look for it in your next door neighbor, on the streets, in films, books and here and there; stop, and look inside…you will find that someone willing to talk about something, laugh about something, contemplate about something, wanting to write about it. Bring out that person and shut your inner critique, seize that mojo and begin at your paper!
“It would be easy to say oh, I have writer’s block, oh, I have to wait for my muse. I don’t. Chain that muse to your desk and get the job done.” — Barbara Kingsolver
Well, the mythical muse has smiled upon you. You’ve got the inspiration (aka topic in our more commonplace world), and you are ready to surf through the waves of pages but wait, there’s no “flow”! Another one of a writing block; when your words seem constricted when your phrases seem derived from all juices and the lines seem like the crappiest mass of words ever huddled together! The muse peeps through the Iron Curtain and disappears, leaving you all lost. You just don’t get the right words; your pen just does not know how to express what your mind has engendered. You keep writing anyway, braving against the current of restraint.
Stop! Right there. There’s probably something that your mind, from a subconscious place is trying to tell you. Often stopping in your tracks might feel so defeating, at other times, having tolerated the continuum of creative barrenness for too long, the writing hardly matters anymore to you and you want to get done with it anyway. But really, stop and consider these questions: Does what you plan to write about really matter to you? True, it could be really interesting, really “out-of-the-box”, thought-provoking and all those cluster of phrases, but really, is it something writing which will quietly insatiate you? If not, refer to problem 1, and if it’s a yes, maybe you just need to get out and talk, and eat, or play, or chat, or simply sleep! Whatever feels good to you, drop your pens and do it! The perfect words, the perfect rhyme, metaphors or onomatopoeia will come chasing after you. On a personal note, I write best when I am happy. It’s just the perfect drug that propels my juices in the most Keatsian manner of things.
Find your appetite and feed it.
“In the middle of writing something you go blank and your mind says: “No, that’s it.” Ok. You’re being warned, aren’t you? Your subconscious is saying “I don’t like you anymore. You’re writing about things I don’t give a damn for.” You’re being political, or you’re being socially aware. You’re writing things that will benefit the world. To hell with that! I don’t write things to benefit the world. If it happens that they do, swell. I didn’t set out to do that. I set out to have a hell of a lot of fun”- Ray Bradbury
The perfect dead-end to a creative quest; deadlines are a real-time stress. For the likes of me who are always running behind time, we keep procrastinating until the last moment and then become panicky! Ideas seem far from view as the deadline haunts…it’s a fight-or-flight moment.
Very predictably, the only rational solution of logical consequence seems to be something like anti-procrastination, which in simple words would be starting at the project early! But while I am incorrigible, I believe so many more out there are too, and the one more thing to do when deadline hits in the face is to RELAX. Yes, that! Relaxing will enable your senses to run and you might soon be tapping into your “flow”. I just noticed I have been repeating this one thing all over the essay; but well; let’s remember that writing, like anything creative activity is a left-brain phenomenon and these areas of our brain just tends to need a lot of reposing, a lot of space and just a lot more of pampering. So “KEEP CALM” like you mean it, you’ll be surprised how a calm mind has its own way of honoring deadlines.
“What I try to do is write. I may write for two weeks ‘the cat sat on the mat, that is that, not a rat.’ And it might be just the most boring and awful stuff. But I try. When I’m writing, I write. And then it’s as if the muse is convinced that I’m serious and says, ‘Okay. Okay. I’ll come.’” — Maya Angelou
I day-dream, a lot and I expect too much. Even before I have successfully completed a sentence, I know how it is going to look like- like a really prolific piece it which will usher a heap of praises on my way. I expect words to be streaming through me, oozing out of my pen, carving calligraphy across the pages. Well, it is obviously not a crime to expect that but the only problem that persists is, it is so much about OTHERS; how we want OTHERS to perceive it.
So post the dreaming, when I get down to do the real task, I become hesitant because nothing seems good enough. After struggling with two sentences, I am convinced it is going to be a trash of an immense magnitude and then begins all the questioning about your worth. I call it being trapped by your own vision. Well, that is the moment to break free and keep writing anyway…beyond doubts, beyond all hesitations. A magic begins to unfold when you let go, and simply dive deep, and get out of your own damn way, letting loose nothing but your real voice and honest thoughts…that’s all that everyone else anyway wants to know, really.
“Never mind the theme! Just write the movement!”- Shostakovich
It’s not your cup of tea:
I have a favorite idiom in English Language; “tempest in a tea-pot”; meaning “much ado about nothing”, or a big commotion over a trifling matter. So weeks back I had sat down to write a romantic fictional account about a couple (romance comes easy) and wow! I was drained out. “To hell with all the mushy crap!” I My frustrated self sighed. But deep down I was feeling incapable, disappointed and questioning of my talent. Sounds much like a “tempest in a tea-pot”? But I got up and realized, that was simply not my cup-of-tea. There are things I believe I do a fair job with and that’s great enough!
So get inside and explore what feel really good to you, what feeds your writer’s appetite best for that could become your best shot! George Orwell sketches my frustration with romantic stories brilliantly in his novel, “Keep the Aspidistra Flying” where the protagonist sets out with the dream of writing a great epic poem only to fail vainly.
“It was too big for him, that was the truth. It had never really progressed; it had simply fallen apart into a series of fragments.”– George Orwell.
The Great Barrier:
An elaboration from our own great expectations is apprehension of other’s reactions. It is then that the writing block emerges into a psychological barbed wire of fear where all you have tying you down are your own little voices hovering around your ears “mocking” your writing, telling it is not good enough?
Well it is going to be a sea of opinions and in the crowd of it, not every opinion is going to be “nice.” Writing is a vulnerable job indeed. There is so much it leaves to the mercy of others opinions, yet when every time, a writer overcomes them and exposes his art, it is great. The real triumph is when we kill those darn “mocking” birds and move past them and simply keep writing; good reviews or bad. That is real smash-down of the writer’s block; that is real writing; that is plainly and purely, art.
While writing this, I am reminded of all that I spent days on writing, but never dared to hit the “send” button. Maybe it’s time I do so.
“He found the original sheet of paper and scored the couplet out with thick lines. And in doing this there was a sense of achievement, of time not wasted, as though the destruction of much labour were in some way an act of creation.”
― George Orwell, Keep the Aspidistra Flying
P.S. Is there something blocking your creative sojourn, keeping you stilted, driving you nuts? Please share your story below!