Posts Tagged ‘writing’

Step 1: open computer, stare at screen, stare at screen some more, stare at assigned task and scream in frustration, then calm down terrified dog

Step 2: make calming tea

Step 3: drink calming tea, stroke dog, ignore computer, the assigned tasks and anything associated with them

Step 4: think about task, stare at computer, stare into space, go to bed, sleep

Step 5: get up, be upset that task has not magically taken care of itself, do whatever

Step 6: decide to be productive, make tea

Step 7: go to room to prepare task, tidy room, answer messages, do washing, colour-coordinate pencils and post-its

Step 8: carefully lay out your notebook, laptop, pens, pencils, books, list-book, post-its and school folder on table,make sure placement of objects is exactly right

Step 9: open computer, find task assignments and read through them, read through them again to make sure your brain isn’t just fucking with you, then reread it one more time just to make absolutely sure

Step 10: write down task, make some bullet points, doodle on paper, stare at wall, dream of flying, realize there is a clock on the wall and that you spent too much time colour-coordinating the post-its

Step 11: move work stuff to room, ignore mess you’ve made, go to bed but don’t sleep

Step 12: get up, think about task, go back to bed

Step 13: get dragged out of bed, apologize for laziness, promise to be more productive but try not to think too hard about yesterday’s productivity

Step 14: ready work stuff, stare at computer tensely, try to breathe, remember how to breathe, relax shoulders a little and just take it one breath at a time

Step 15: relax a little more, focus less on breathing, type up one or two lines, frown at lines, retype them

Step 16: flick tiny paper balls through room, aim at whatever, sigh, look at screen, see what you have written, delete lines

Step 17: stare at screen, see nothing, dream of calamity

Step 18: twitch, giggle, shake a little, laugh, laugh uncontrollably and hysterically

Step 19: cry a little bit, finally stop laughing, stare at ceiling

Step 20: wash face, go for a run, come back

Step 21: ask for help:

How do you cure writer’s block?



Our teacher has asked us to summarize our writing and reading experience in one of our posts.
I don’t really know what to say.



Step 22: go out to enjoy the thunderstorm


I recently discovered my old diary whilst tidying my room. Needless to say I didn’t get too much more tidying done after that…

Anyway, after skimming through it, I realized that while my love for writing was no recently discovered thing, I used to be rather… well, pretty damn terrible at it! Instead of deciding to share my innermost thoughts and philosophies or even the secret to the meaning of life, I simply seem to have documented random facts with little more significance than what colour our toilet wallpaper was. In fact, when reading the former entries, one gets the impression that one is reading something with about as much emotional worth as a scientific protocol.

Maybe I thought that if I bumbled along and wrote down enough random facts something of value might slip out along the way?

Anyhow, even though I only just staggered out of bed not too long ago, I am, thanks to my daily coffee, no longer in my usual morning zombie mode. I am, nonetheless, still shuffling around like a pensioner. This does, however, have less to do with being undead and more to do with my bright decision to join my local dojo to get pounded upon by our over friendly neighbourhood ninjas. I’m still a little surprised that anyone would greet you with a manic smile and a hug only then to immediately attack you with a wooden sword afterwards.

Who knows, maybe I’ll learn something through it someday…

So, now that I ache in places I didn’t even realize existed, I oh so intelligently decided it would be a fantastic idea to take my ADHD, autistic brother and my manic sister to the ice rink with only my sometime-slightly-absent older sister as back up, even though there is no bus service on a sunday, my brother’s tablets have yet to kick in and I still feel like I went ten rounds with King Kong.

Oh, the joys of life…