How to overcome WRITER's BLOCK ?

                              WRITER's BLOCK : A line that helped me overcome it 

On my low days I don’t pay heed to the words that are exploding inside me, dying to take a form and convey a meaning. Fighting to make sense and play their small part in changing the perspective. On my low days I don’t care about them, I don’t nurture them. There are plots that are lost forever and characters that lie in the ruins of memory. The unchartered territory of my mind. I can’t go back wandering there once the spell lifts and the sun again feel warm. The nothingness turn it’s back and myself starts to return. I can’t go back and discover the lost storylines. These are ghosts for me, the abandoned, stuck in in-between forever. 

On my low days I don’t want them in my head, I drown their voices with noise, constantly staring at a screen and many colorful hypnotizing patterns that it makes, pumping me with passivity and turning me into a living zombie, who can’t concentrate after for more than 30 seconds. Or I’ll read other people's sentences, I’ll fill myself to throat with words that aren’t mine and my mind with tales of another time. I’ll listen to strange tunes and let my mind wove an ugly pattern of my disoriented thoughts. I mute the dying screams of worlds forever lost.

 I haven’t lived anything if I haven’t written it. I was asked a while ago about writers block, that’s mine. That’s how I feel, it’s as honest as I can get. Of course there is darkness that I do lock up in the pages of journal and hope to God that no one will ever find them. The devil in detail that I don’t want out of prison, the dammed curse that I don’t want to unleash on the world. But that’s pretty much it.

 Then yesterday a random line, in a random site, reading a random article hit me so hard that it shattered my previous mindset. It shook my existence to the core. Hence I am writing this even thou I don’t feel like. God knows I am fighting every atom in my body and every muscle that wants to press exit and go back to gluing my eyes to the screen, which I have been doing for the past 3 hours. I am battling my mind’s protectiveness that wants me to stick to my comfort zone and not get out of that small bubble of security.

 

 It said, “you can re-edit a badly written page not an empty page."

 

I hope you read it, and read it again, I hope you chew it and make it a part of your existence. I hope after understanding what this line means you’ll pick up a pen and write anything something on a page and I hope tomorrow when you are feeling better you'll have a badly written draft to work on not an empty canvas without any hint of paint!

I hope this works for you. Let me know in the comments, what worked for you ? Also, I am thinking of starting a whole series regarding this, let me know if you guys are interested in it!! Stay home, stay safe. Sending lots of positivity your way.

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