Welcome to My Isle

Welcome to Writer's Block Land, the Isle that is filled with desert, wind and sun. Here there be no writing, for it is forbidden. Pens and paper are covered with jagged rock so that recovery is impossible. Communication with your brain is cut off by a clot so thick that it could kill you. Imagination refuses to flow, your characters have been paralyzed. Creativity is a non-existent word here. All that breaths is the air that you take in and out. The thought process is interrupted by icy blackness and your hands are numb to the finger tips. Authors of every kind dred this Isle, yet seem to bask in it more often than not.

Craddle yourself til the pain is gone.

Is there any escape?

tiny little demons

Tiny little demons running through my mind
Tiny little demons spilling ink all the time.
Tiny little demons are possessing my writing.
Tiny little demons so constantly brightening.
Writing little demons never shutting up.
Strange little demons overfilling my cup.
Creative little demons making me who I am.
Sophisticated little demons are nothing but a sham.
Evolving little demons constantly changing my book.
Tiny little demons demanding all to look.

Blisters

Recently, I've realized that writing can give you blisters. I am certain that it can give you physical blisters, but I am more or less speaking on the terms of emotional, spiritual and mental blisters. These blisters form during the sweet nights where dreams exist; or when you're driving down the street to pick your over-excited child up from school; or when you're cuddling under the arm of your significent other. These blisters form in the subconciousness of your mind, being filled with story and character ideas instead of serum fluid. Suddenly, as you're sleeping, driving or cuddling, you spring awake and your mind takes over. You're determined not to forget your idea and so you are drawn to writing it down. In your bedroom, you scramble for the notepad and pen that you keep secured away in your nightstand for times like this. In your car, you scrawl across coffee stained napkins while driving. Insead of cuddling, you give your all to the scrap of notebook paper that you find nestled under the coffee table. Fear overtakes you as you are determined not to forget one word that your blister is painfully trying to scream to you. The ointment that sooths this sore is the pen and paper or the keyboard of your computer. These things cause the blister to burst and bring forth a magnificent masterpiece. Inspiriation flows and creativity becomes king.

These are the ticklish pains of writing.

Decisions...

I am not the type of person that decides to create a blog because everyone else is doing it. I honestly think that blogs are lame and should probably be rotting in the farthest depths of hell. My reasons for starting to "blog," if you will, is because of my own personal desires to become an author and maybe to do something while I am marooned on Writer's Block Land. Someone once told me that I need to get my name out there and I figured that this is the best way to do it. The Internet is a powerful thing (probably so powerful that it will rise up and take over mankind some day...I am totally convinced that the theories in Terminator are 100% true 100% of the time). At the same time, I am one of those time of people that are forever bombarded with drama, meltdowns and unlucky situations; so, I thought that sharing those bouts wouldn't be so bad either. But, the main purpose of this blog is to share with you my many works and characters and how they have tied me up and refuse to free my mind from their clutches.

This should be an interesting ride...Enjoy.

J. S. R. Clark