Writer’s block is okay

I stared at the screen, but nothing worked. No matter what way the words formed on the page, it was all wrong. Nothing– No. That’s wrong. Let’s start over again.

I stared at the screen, but nothing worked. No matter what way the words formed on the page, it was all wrong. Nothing– 

The air around me was quiet. The inspiration, the little voice inside my head, was quiet too. There’s something inside of me, some uncomfortable throbbing, that always came when the person in my head stopped talking to me. Perhaps that person was my thoughts, but I liked to think of the person as my Personal Creative Inspiration (or PCI for short).

My PCI and I usually got along fine. We had a sweet, beneficial relationship. I would be sitting down, watching TV or so when she’d talk over my show.

“Hey Robin! Wouldn’t it be cool if the main character believed everyone was being brainwashed and the MC was trying to save them? But he realized he was the one being brainwashed all along five pages from the end?”

I’d nod along. Sometimes, if the idea was great enough, I pulled out my phone or got a piece of paper and wrote it all down. All the ideas eventually ended up in the same journal squished away in my closet, waiting for the day I write something new.

She almost never stopped though.

“Hey Robin! Think about this:

So what if the “heroes” failed. Like downright died, right? No. Wait! Stay with me. So, the heroes died and the villains were messing with these kids, right? Seven of them. Turns out the villains accidentally gave them powers that made them one of the seven deadly sins. A few of them escaped and they went back to stop the villains before the villains experimented on other people. But their sins also got in the way all the time. What about that idea?”

She was great when she was here. But she disappeared sometimes. I didn’t know where she went because it was longer than the respectful meal breaks I gave her. With her gone, I felt like a piece of me was missing.

Some people could tell when my PCI was gone. They would say my mood dropped and I got cranky. Some even asked if I was on my period. But none of those were ever the case.

With the lack of my inner creativity, writing was difficult. I had tried to write without my PCI before, but the words never flowed right. All those pieces belonged and stayed in file 13 (aka the trashcan). Nothing good ever came from forcing my writing.

Over the years, I learned that when my PCI takes a break, so should I. I would go to a friend’s house and play video games. I’d watch a movie with my mother. Perhaps I’d crawl on the floor and play tug-of-war with my dogs. But I wouldn’t write. I wouldn’t create.

Being creative, as much fun as it was, did have its limits. Sometimes I had to recharge to let everything flow out easier later on.

So when you’re PCI leaves, don’t freak out. She’ll always come back and you’ll create again. But for now, enjoy the small break.

4 thoughts on “Writer’s block is okay

  1. I love the idea of your PCI standing at your shoulder and whispering ideas. I think you’re right about breaks and creating space for inspiration to flower. Breaks are good for us in general, even from things we love to do. 🙂

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