A Doctor’s Simple Cure To The Fabled Writers Block — Sweet And Sure To Please
Writers’ Despair — Writers’ Try And Find A Cure, Each And Every Way; Whilst I Believe The Way Is Very Simple — So Simple In Fact!
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Or as I like to say it: The Writers Startle.
As several good doctors have said of cures in the past, but unlike them, this here fair Doctor, shan’t delay you with walls awaiting your coinage — Oh, Hush my iconoclasm!
Live it out — live it out and hold to its course. Never meddling where grubby hands aren’t warranted.
That is it — instead of going against the grain, as the idiom goes, embrace it; now, I know many would be frightened at that; such a simple thing too, but believe me, one cannot fight a force beyond their control like it.
The body and mind like a muscle that is used too much without repose, stretches and stretches till it cannot bear to be stretched anymore, and your writer’s gain becomes stagnant.
And what do you gain but tears and for some less hardy folk, reason to quit from the profession entirely!
Desired, yes! To get the speeding writers' skill in working condition as fast as possible, but at what detriment?
Sure, you’ll pay a bill here and there, but the sum will be shrunken compared to what you can write at your best of rejuvenated energies.
Give it some welly, in the right areas, and who knows where it’ll benefit you, today — tomorrow — or sometime after, once the good seed has been sown!
Oh, Smell That Fresh Scent Instead!
But say, like a good stubborn mule, you decide to go on in your weariness. What then? — well I’ll tell you of an effect:
Like a sprinter bouncing on trampolines, you’ll get to your destination, but you’ll be more exhausted if you hadn’t waited to revive yourself and used your senses to pick another path.
One that doesn’t come with cheapening returns!; Or at a worsening effect to what you dare put on Page —
Either for your own selfish reasons as the Writer could be, or to the one who is gambling on your mysterious goodness, of ideas to words.
The words can wait — I’ve been on the trail of some things for years; most don’t wanna hear that, and to their ability, will separate them from the ones who type and those who write.
Unkind, perhaps, but that is the truth — don’t turn your back on it; Don’t be the potato that decides to go into the oven, believing it’ll tan then instead cooking them, as it will do!
So you, the Diamond geezer ramming his keyboard with the compunctions of a disenfranchised Cuttlefish, easy on your Nelly! [Come along on this journey, to understand the puns…]
Stray Too Far And Something Could Break
So rest, it is not like you haven’t got an overabundance of amenities —just try not to make yourself fat on emotion or become like the consorted food snacks mentioned here!
Or in other words, being a right Jelly bean —all bounced around and soft on the inside, whilst remaining hard on the outer shell. And remaining nasty to the taste! Either/or.
“But Doctor, time cannot permit such a rest and…” Shhh! You cannot make a masterpiece on a chugging engine; Besides, some others, not many, will be making faces at you, and this recession you bring;
Is it worth it to make a mess, one which you will have to clear up later? Only adding to what you have to do, in the given time frame of a day. You add unnecessary burdens to a life packed with them. Rest, repose, and revive!
So there we are, a wee and brief thing from me; A perhaps notorious for waxing on most aimed!
Now as the good Doctor I say that I am, Live reasoned — ever in thought, and we shall meet again, here.
Ta-cheery-bye!
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