Beating The Block

“Writing about a writer's block is better than not writing at all” ― Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of the Earth Poems

It's been a while since this blog saw a new—and decent—post. I’m still in the indecent posts' phase, and it's quite embarrassing, considering on of my top New Years' resolutions was to blog often—and blog decently. I can almost feel The Block staring at me right now as I'm typing, mocking me.

The Block's probably my biggest enemy. It's very bland: no prints, no meaning, no emotions. Yet despite this lack, The Block is powerful. So much it prevents me from creativity. And it also follows me everywhere I go, giving me no choice but to let it tag along... whether I want to or not! Because it's quite dominant and stronger than anyone thinks. No use pushing it aside—it won't budge.

But I showed it who's boss!

It dawned on me this morning as I was on the bus on my way to work. As usual, I was listening to some relaxing music to calm my nerves so maybe—just maybe—some idea would claim my mind. When that didn't happen, I looked down at my lap, where The Block was sitting. Looking at it in its plainness, trying to dissolve it. But how does one dissolve The Block?

The lightbulb lit. Ding (or ws the 'ding' the stop bell ringing?): write about it. Vent. Something good would come out of it right? Right: this post. To beat The Block once and for all, all one has to do it talk about it and face it little by little. I’m still facing it; I might beat it this week, I might not. I won't let time (and The Block) get the best of me this time round. I've had way too much of that in a lifetime to let it happen once more.

Saying this gave a bit of colour to The Block. It looks like a Rubik's cube, but instead of squares with different colours, they have a projection, a story.

Huh, would you look at that.

The Block's gone.

Poof.