One manages to sound quite intellectual by invoking the “ writers’ block ”. Ever so often ,authors encounter situations when their brains become frozen,and hands refuse to write anymore .There comes a time when they cant conceive a new plot,or fail to resolve a situation to their creative satisfaction.
I cannot claim to be suffering from this fashionable, glamourous ailment.
What I rather suffer from is ‘blank’, rather than a ‘block’. For someone who has not written anything substantial, and who used to believe till recently that he had a lot to express can’t seem to zero-in on anything worthwhile to write about.Its not that I lack in experiences or my awareness is any lesser than poets and poetasters, it must be the absence of discipline which every writer says ,is the most crucial trait one gotta possess to progress in this line of work.
There is a subtle difference between being humble,and self disparaging. One must have certain ambition ,and always keep his confidence-level high if one is to write.It takes lots of guts and self-belief to put forth your written words in public circulation.Them masses are crazy.They are cruel and merciless.They lack in taste.They are your enemies. Sadism is their creed.
Taking cue from the classical authors ,let me invoke my non-existent muse,ever helpful with her convenient absence.May she inspire me with her lack of form and features.As for scope and ambition of my epic journey, its contours cannot be yet defined, everything being all ‘blank’.
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