[Work In Progress]

My words are heavy
Molasses stuck in a jar
Too slow to come out
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Writer’s block is dangerous to a busy writer. It’s slow-acting poison, paralysis soon-to-follow. But it’s not exactly something that’s easy to control. Believe me, I’ve tried. I’ve tried free-writing, drawing pictures, going for walks, listening to the playlist I’ve made to accompany my WIP [Work In Progress]. I’ve built character charts. I’ve written poems. I’ve written blogs. I’ve had conversations about my book in hopes that something would unearth. I used to carry notebooks around with me so that I could write anything and everything down, ya know, before iPhones and the handy-dandy notepad app. I’ve meditated…sometimes going too far and ending up napping.
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Sometimes, the words just don’t come.
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This generally comes with a lot of keyboard drumming and staring and, in my case, acting like a completely insane person. Sometimes I laugh for no reason, so that I can feel something. Sometimes I force myself to think about the series finale of Dawson’s Creek so that I can cry. Tears are droplets of the soul, #dontchaknow
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Sometimes, I end up writing my characters having explicit sex.
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Wait, what?
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Sometimes, I just sit there and write utter nonsense.
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Other times, I just find something around my apartment to gawk at. It’s actually pretty easy to distract me. When I was younger, I was that kid who would be entranced by a piece of string for hours, like a cat…
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Every once in awhile, I’ll just bang the keys hoping that by some sort of Harry Potterian magic, words will appear on the screen…
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Once I get to that point, I’ll express my frustrations to friends:
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Sometimes they’re really helpful. Sometimes they suck. Sometimes they’re just like …
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… because “Waaaaaahhhh, #WriterProblems”
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That’s when I really lose it and start to go crazy and everyone’s like “calm down, it’ll be fine.”
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Then, just to calm myself down, maybe I’ll sit down at my laptop and try because what’s the harm in trying, right?
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I write one word suddenly I’m celebrating because before I couldn’t even strike one letter key without claiming that I’d never write again and that I didn’t know what I was doing. One word is a victory. And I’ll take a victory when and where I can get it.
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Then I look at the word and I’m like…damn, that’s actually a REALLY GREAT word!
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So I’m like “NOBODY BOTHER ME, I’M WRITING” and I just keep going because why not?
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Before I know it, it’s like I’m on some sort of wonder drug and words are falling like rain during a hurricane.
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It just takes time.

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