― Kurt Vonnegut
I feel guilty sometimes. Like when I am craving chocolates and cakes and ice creams at the same time.
And even guiltier when I give in to my cravings. But Is Satisfaction not the whole point of giving in?
But Satisfaction is not guaranteed. Maybe it is not always about chocolates and cakes and ice creams. Maybe it is a deeper kind of yearning that a binge cannot extinguish. Maybe it is about uncontrollable eruptions of emotions or dormant feelings that refuse to awaken even in times of despair.
Or maybe it is that time that you feel like a blocked sink that refuses to be cleared by a plunger (ouch!)
It never feels good.
So I try to channel these pent-up feelings into something else, like writing. They refuse to flow. It is like my Muse is waiting for some sort of appeasement. What more can I bring, if not a full inked pen and blank paper? (or a blank Microsoft Word Document). I wonder if this is it for me? Writer’s block?
So what if I have it all the time? So what if my inspiration and ideas find it difficult to materialise into my dream work? I feel guiltiest at times like this. But I have to refuse to sacrifice my pride at the altar of an Unforgiving Muse. For how long will I be forsaken? For how long will this blank paper bear the brunt of a love unrequited? This Pen must rise again in defiance of my Muse.
Have you ever just not felt like writing? What has been the longest Period of your writer’s block? What’s that indispensable piece of advice that got you started again? What would you rather do than give in to your cravings? Does writing have a therapeutic effect on you?