The truth is, writer's block comes in many different shapes and forms, not just the famous "I can't think of anything." Sometimes we feel like we cannot write anything good, or sometimes we have so many ideas we can't decide what to write.
So for those who have the lesser known syndromes, I bid you welcome.
Now, if you have the “I can’t think of anything worth writing about,” syndrome, you’re wrong.
I know how that sounds. Just stick with me.
You may be thinking about the most worthless la-de-da in the world. Boy meets girl. They marry and have a child. Everyone’s a Mary Sue. I’m not telling you to write it down. All I’m saying is to—please stick with me—spell it out.
You’ve already made your own characters—mary sueish or not—so flip them over. What’s the exact opposite of a Mary Sue? Maybe you now have a greasy, hillbilly couple living in a trailer park, arguing over which episode of South Park is better.
Sure, maybe you don’t want to write about those nasty people. Or—keep sticking—maybe you do. Write about them anyway, keeping a few Mary Sue characteristics. Because, hey, everyone has some sort of good quality. Then you can slowly put your own characteristics into that greasy couple, making them completely yours, and then making up a wild story about how they get out of the trailer park and become kitten hoarders. I could care less, as long as you’re out of your writer’s block. Because, even if you never finish that story, you’ve come up with a creative plot and characters to help you get out of that cube. And that’s what this article is really about, getting unstuck.
I’m probably not going to help you write a bestselling novel. (Although, if you decide to write about the hillbillies, I’ll buy a copy.) It’s all about getting unstuck off you’re writer’s block.
Now you know how to get your creative juices flowing, go write!!!
So for those who have the lesser known syndromes, I bid you welcome.
Now, if you have the “I can’t think of anything worth writing about,” syndrome, you’re wrong.
I know how that sounds. Just stick with me.
You may be thinking about the most worthless la-de-da in the world. Boy meets girl. They marry and have a child. Everyone’s a Mary Sue. I’m not telling you to write it down. All I’m saying is to—please stick with me—spell it out.
You’ve already made your own characters—mary sueish or not—so flip them over. What’s the exact opposite of a Mary Sue? Maybe you now have a greasy, hillbilly couple living in a trailer park, arguing over which episode of South Park is better.
Sure, maybe you don’t want to write about those nasty people. Or—keep sticking—maybe you do. Write about them anyway, keeping a few Mary Sue characteristics. Because, hey, everyone has some sort of good quality. Then you can slowly put your own characteristics into that greasy couple, making them completely yours, and then making up a wild story about how they get out of the trailer park and become kitten hoarders. I could care less, as long as you’re out of your writer’s block. Because, even if you never finish that story, you’ve come up with a creative plot and characters to help you get out of that cube. And that’s what this article is really about, getting unstuck.
I’m probably not going to help you write a bestselling novel. (Although, if you decide to write about the hillbillies, I’ll buy a copy.) It’s all about getting unstuck off you’re writer’s block.
Now you know how to get your creative juices flowing, go write!!!
"Now who's gonna take care of Mike!" Jane screamed at the top of her voice. "Now how am I suppose to marry Dave! Now how am I suppose to become an archaeologist!" "Mike, marriage, archaeology?!" I said, confused. "Oh, I can't explain now! I just wish I listened to David." She sighed. "Don't beat yourself up. David has the gift, you can still talk to him." She forced a smile. "Gift?" Dave whispered as he entered the room. "More like a curse." "David, i'm so sorry I didn't listen! But I just never thought-" "Save it." He butted in. "Everyone I've ever loved ends up dead. I should have seen it coming." "But you did! You tried to save my life and I was to stupid and selfish to care." "Janet." He sighed. "I don't think I can talk to you anymore. Never again." She stared at him, her face appalled. "What are you saying?!" "I'm saying seeing you, like this, it just, it just breaks my heart."
The car crash changed my life. It changed so much, that i'm not even living anymore. I walk the earth as a kinderd-spirit. Dead, forever. I follow my family sometimes. At one stage they actually thought they had a mouse infestation. For the one hundredth time i'm sorry I broke your vase,Jannet. My daughter, she loves collecting china and other lovely trinkets and stuff like that. For a sixteen year old she does have a lot. But Mike on the other hand, he loves cars,wants to become a famous race car driver. I worry for him, making his dreams so young, I did too. And look where it got me! Dead in my husband's car right in front of my kids! Of course, that was many years ago. On the road to becoming a famous song writer.
"It's nice here. I don't know many people though..." Victor brushed his hair back, smiling again. "Well, by tomorrow, all of the kids at school will wanna be your friend." "Oh..." Jade turned slightly to see the raven haired boy deep in thought. "What is it?" "Hn? Oh, it's nothing. Oh, we're here." The blonde looked up ahead and saw her house. "Really? Cause my house is right there." She pointed, and Victor burst out laughing. "Haha-I live right next to you then..." The blonde looked at the house next to hers. It seemed normal. A little old fashioned, but definitely normal. "Cool! Well, I'll see you tomorrow then?" "Yeah..." The onyx eyed boy took Jade's hand, kissed it lightly, then walked off. "What was that?"