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23 May 2005 @ 04:31 pm
This is a total emergency.  
I have broken my ability to write. I don't know how. I don't know when. All I know is that you say to me, "Nifra, write me something!"

And I'll write: "It was dark." and then spend hours staring at that sentence and trying very hard not to follow it with "And stormy. A dark night filled with stormy darkness. And people. There were people in the stormy darkness."

Then I'll get filled with a very intense hatred for the written word, and pout, and go read things I love, and become despondent.

I am one with the despond. I have hatred and despond. I am swimming through a lake of hatred and despond. This lake is called my writing and I have no floaties to help me swim through it.

Total. Emergency.

It seems like all I want to do lately is write autobiographical essays about the insane things that happen in my life, but that's not what I really *want* want, it's just all I can do.

What do you do when in such a quandry, gentle readers? And why do I feel the need to use the phrase 'gentle reader' incessantly these days? Riddle me that, gentle readers, riddle. me. that.
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Sabbysamcoffeeaddict on May 24th, 2005 08:58 am (UTC)
It sounds like you had an overdose of either Buffy Season 7 or have somehow channeled Andrew. As long as you don't start smoking pipe and rambling about vampyres you should be okay.

The dark and stormy night with the people could become a problem, but doesn't have to. You can use it to your advantage. Maybe, you just have to get the crap that seems to be stuck in your system right now, out of it. So go with the dark and stormy night and the people. Throw every crap line in your head out there until suddenly your sentences start to make sense again.

If that doesn't work, try to take it with humor. Call it a parody and all of a sudden your crappy writing won't seem all too crappy anymore.

Oh and use your life. You say that at the moment all you wanna write is "autobiographical essays about the insane things that happen" in your life. Well, why not transfer the insanity? Not saying Lex would necessarily steal a package from the post office, or that Angel all of a sudden decides to sulk and play 15 (though yeah, he's done that before) but, you get the picture right? Find the character that the insanity would fit to, and then go for it!

*nods* that's about it. And I really hope you get out of this block soon. Staring at sentences for hours without anything good coming out of it sucks!