When the ink runs dry

I had heard people talk about it. But I did not believe it. ‘I didn’t write anything’ was something of an anathema to me.

Today it did happen. I sat before the computer, my fingers refused to move. I had promised myself that I would write 500 words every day. I knew I was a first class case of writers block.  I felt dejected. I felt that I had broken a pact that I had made with myself.

The computer is a bad invention, because it comes with am Internet, the number one enemy of writers. ‘Let me check my mail’, ‘let me go on the face book’ or the linked in. The distractions are far too many, for if you open the Internet to look up something, you see something interesting and you are led on a different trail. And before you know it, you have wasted good one hour, the very hour you had set aside for writing.

And if the computer is bad, the iPhone is worse. For every minute something or the other keeps popping. One ticker gives the latest news, another one the latest mail and another if any one of your friends had called. I resisted all temptations. After all it was my work time.

I had read that writer’s block is something that happens to all writers. The only way of overcoming the problem is to set aside a particular time every day, and start writing.  It was my assigned time. I was sitting in front of the computer. But what to write about had not occurred. It was then that I decided to write about the problem, of getting struck. I had read that the secret is keep writing. I did just that. And before I had chance to stop, I had penned down almost three hundred words.

I was then that I penned the following words, ‘when writers get stuck’, and the Google had searched the entire net and came out with 42,200, 000 answers in .36 seconds. I was not alone. And I also realized that the technology has its uses, after all. As I scanned the headings, I settled on this one 10 types of writers block and how to overcome them.

I read that ideas are dime a dozen. And the first one, ‘what if a particular incident in your life turned different’ had set my mind thinking. I had so many incidents to rewrite. Then I realized so may pages of my life have not so far been written. I could write stories about my life. Vow. I was busy thinking. I was humming with ideas. I did not have the time worry about writers block. I had so much to write about.

So be it!!!