Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Triumphing Over Writer's Block: Challenge

They say (and I'm not certain who "they" are, to be honest), that the best way to conquer the torment known as writer's block is to write. With that said, you might say that this blog in its entirety is a way for me to overcome writer's block.

However, because of my desire to write for a living, I will attempt to find concrete methods of sifting through inane thoughts and discovering ways to express clear, concise ideas.

It is going to be a trial. I am still trying to get a grasp on writer's block, so; this little experiment will serve to aid you in finding that special story idea you've been looking for as well as aid me in finding the courage to start my work and put it out there for criticism.

So, I challenge you to write down the first thought that pops in to your head right... now. Use that idea and write a paragraph story or poem and post it in the comments. No one reads this but you and my mother, so no one will judge you but my mother. She is really nice, though. It doesn't need to be Shakespeare, it just needs to be you.

I love you. I will write to you tomorrow.

3 comments:

  1. I sit here soaked in early morning light. Our windows, unfortunately, face east and west, providing little shield from the harsh Idaho sun.

    Some might find this a good thing - a fountain of truth (for light has always represented truth), a reevaluation of where I stand each sunrise and sunset.

    And yet, such harsh morning light creates contrasted shadows - streaking across the tiled kitchen floor, slated and jagged little lines on the top of the chairs, counters, and quiet baby swing.

    Silent sleepers in the bedroom, drenched in white noise and lulled by a humming fan - oh how I wish to join you.

    But I'll sit in this light for a moment before returning to the bedroom, beckoning to you and finding myself, once again, in your arms.

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  2. not sure if this is for me too...but, here goes.
    birth

    it is dark. i am alone. the weight of smothering is almost unbearable. i want to break free. i know there is something better than darkness. i am afraid. i am determined.

    push, push. claw upwards. light and beauty. softness and breath. i am there. i am not alone. i am part of a whole.

    note: this may not be just one type of birth

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  3. We both totally completed your writer's block challenge! woot woot

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