Writer's Block

I'm having a hard time writing this week. Why you ask? I guess it's just because I have a bad case of "Writer's Block" or "The Curse." 

We've all been there when we've had a paper, a short story, a poem, a song, a letter, or A BLOG, where we sure as hell can't figure out what to write about. 

Writers Block has plagued me this evening if you haven't figured that out already. 

Being a writer has it's drawbacks. You have to come up with your own shit. All the time. 

Coming up with your own shit is fun, but draining sometimes. You can make up stories like this: 

It was a dark and stormy day on the campus of LCCC at an early 8am. The buildings are silent, and half asleep students try to catch some z's. We bring the camera to Jourdaine, a blonde tattooed girl sleeping and engrossed in her sleep. She is deeply entranced for she is experiencing the classic journalism dream. "What should I do, and how should I do it? When two little figments of her imagination appear on her shoulders. One is Andrew Petonak he symbolizes the doubt and grief of writing. The other is Ed Ackerman who symbolizes the hopes, dreams and aspirations to make it seem like everything is possible. She is faced with a personal dilemma. She is wondering if she should move to Idaho and take a writing job for crappy pay and lousy hours or should take a risk to take time off with no pay and try to write a best selling novel. Hope she isn't cursed with writer's block like me. 

I mean making up your own stuff does have it's benefits. You made it up, but what sucks in media is, YOU CAN'T LIE.

Now, technically I'm not supposed to make stuff up in news-writing, or advertising. Doesn't mean I can't write fictional stories on my blog today. 

I've tried to conduct research on everything from people's views on tattoos, to people's views about being a certain gender, and I just can't put it together tonight.

I can't tell you how many times this has happened to me.  This usually happens when I can't focus on one particular thing at once. 

I started blogging about tattoos. Now I'm writing fictional stories. That's a shift. 

We come downstairs in the ATC to see a vibrant Callen. Callen is present, but his mind is somewhere else. His mind is contemplating how he is being oppressed by his religion. His religion is keeping him from sitting in a hot tub naked with hot girls. Cal is over this at this point. He looks for guidance when the only person around is Ronald McDonald. Ronald is a common resident of the ATC. He begins talking to the plant that I call Verto, to help him sort his brain out, oh, wait there is a person underneath the plant, and his name is Vito telling him how to mellow.  

It is a midmorning, and a beautiful women graces the ATC. She has long black hair with a style that is all her own. Her smile lights up the room, but her attitude is radiant and vibrant like her feisty personality. This is Connie. Connie awaits for class to start patiently. She is easily distracted by wandering gypsies like myself talking to people all over. She is contemplating issues bigger than most college students ponder. She writes about her struggles, her successes in ways that are therapeutic. We see her laughing all the time, and she is never upset. She cares for everyone genuinely. She is writing about babies and marriage when she can. The smile never leaves her face, she is incapable of frowning. She writes about anything and everything and can not write a piece of bad writing. She too has the journalism dreams with our favorite characters Ed and Andy. 

This is not the first time I've been hit with the curse, and it sure won't be the last. 

In my science class my brain wanders. It does more than  just wander, it runs away screaming at the speed of light and comes back when class is over. 

I think the whole time, and never have anything to type for this damn blog. Why can't I come up with something to write about? 

You pull out the guitar and start strumming along and the music speaks, but you can't make any words come out of your mouth. You can't figure out what to write about for your live news project, (Thank You Andy Petonak). You can't figure out what to write Ed's feature writing assignment this week, you can't figure out what to write for your long awaited novel that will be a best seller. 

Having Writer's Block is a curse that every artist, poet and writer, faces. Writer's block isn't always a negative thing, look what I pumped out. 

Thanks for reading! 

Cassidy