I Have A Writer’s Block

I was struggling to write a blog post right before I wrote this. Writer’s block has hit me harder than Tom hitting the wall while chasing Jerry.

I stare at my laptop screen so hard, waiting for the words to materialize on their own. But it felt like a 😶 staring back at me.

Ah, the world of distractions! I opened Instagram. Big mistake. One minute I’m watching someone’s travel vlog, and the next I’m deep-diving into a meme marathon and sending dozens of laughing emojis to my friends who by the way, supply the best memes for my daily consumption. So proud. Before I knew it, I have scrolled my way into endless memes and thirty minutes have vanished into thin air.

Never mind, I will find a new distraction. Oh, look! It is raining! Let me stand by the window and imagine myself in a music video. * insert fancy scenarios that will never happen in real life *

I force myself to go back to my laptop and summoned all my determination to start typing. But guess what, I found myself in a staring contest with the screen. I wouldn’t be surprised if a pop-up message appeared, saying, “Congratulations! You’ve mastered the art of intense staring!”

Just when I thought things couldn’t get more weird, my mind turned into a radio station playing songs I haven’t even thought of for the longest time.

When the song stops after a while because I don’t know the lyrics and I am done with imagining gibberish lyrics, my stomach decides to be my next source of distraction, demanding more food despite having a hearty breakfast.

So I march towards the kitchen and stand in front of the pantry, hoping for food to appear magically in my hands. But this is the real world and not a Disney movie. Food doesn’t budge and neither do I. I end up taking a kitchen tour, only to find that my appetite had vanished.

Back to the laptop, fingers ready to conquer the blank page. I type a sentence, then another, only to hit the backspace key each time. The cycle repeats over and over again.

And to make things worse, my extremely pessimistic inner critic magically appears and perches itself on my shoulder, pokes me and says, “Delete that, I hate it.”

And so, I hit “delete draft.” Rest in peace, my dear, unpublished blog post. Go and join the rest of them in the trash folder.

Not ready to give up just like that, I turn to ChatGPT and ask for ideas for my next blog post that could make my blog famous overnight. But instead, it generates the same ideas I have already written in the past. When I beg for fresh ideas, even ChatGPT gives up. It offers a virtual apology, leaving me hanging like a question mark at the end of a sentence.

Writer’s block has me trapped in a frustrating cycle. But deep down, I know this will not last forever. Blank pages hold the promise of endless possibilities, like a playground for my creative thoughts.

So, to all my fellow writers out there, remember that even on the darkest writing days, the sun will eventually shine on your imagination.

And if you catch me staring into space when we meet, don’t worry. I’m not crazy; I’m just wondering what I could write next on my blog!