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I stared at the blank page, and it stared back at me. My hand hoped to scribble on its face, even now my finger’s twitched against the pen in hand. Derogatory notes, or an epic of such fictitious absurdity it would end with the paper’s demise.
But my mind was as blank as the sheet before me.
I let out a sigh, let the pen roll out of my hand and away from me, but the paper didn’t look away from me. Instead, it seemed smug, all crisp and freshly pressed.
It wasn’t normal how the page responded to me. It didn’t even have a character yet.
My thoughts made me angry and frustrated—I snatched up my pen, doodled something obscene.
Anything to make progress, I laughed at the dick I drew on it and then I threw it in the bin, the paper scrunched up.
At least now I could say it had a character –and I wrote a narrative of how the blank sheets hoped to discover themselves. It was a long journey, and the paper filled themselves with ink and the perils of writer’s block.
When they reached the end and defeated the evil boss— the ultimate writer’s block, they discovered what the author had characterized them as writer’s block in itself.
He had doodled across them, where they too were promptly scrunched up and binned.
Mindless rabble today. I haven’t touched my story in over a month, and I grow frustrated. How does everyone deal with a lack of motivation?
If you have any advice to give, please comment below!