It finally happened! I escaped the Writer’s Block! It was hell! I had so many ideas and plans and plots and characters and…and…and…I couldn’t seem to put a single word on the page. Every time I sat in front of a blank screen I started to yawn. I would literally get tired and nap for two hours.
But, I have found the exit. It seems I needed people. I needed people who were interested in my story and wanted to know the details. People who wanted to talk about the journey and came with ideas and “Ohs” and “Cools” and “What if you did this” comments. My block evaporated and words filled the page. The blinking cursor moved beyond the first space on the screen. When I looked at the lower left-hand side of the screen I saw that I had written 1,901 words and then 1,143 words.
I danced. I laughed. I felt the most intense relief that these characters were now yelling on paper and not in my head. They are doing all the things they wanted to do, but couldn’t find the exit either. I wasn’t the only one trapped. They were trapped with me. Horacio, Adam, Verna, and Destiny were stuck in that hell. In that block.
Now we are free. They are free to live the lives I had always hoped they would have and I get to sleep at night because they aren’t poking at me to tell their story.
I am telling the story and people are reading.
I DON’T need a nap.
New Ink. Used Ideas. 