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Due kudos should be given to Globalwrite, for this article.
It inspired me today, forced me into a bit of introspection…

I’m a student who cannot study. I jot little ideas, tiny one liners that are intended to take full form somewhere in the body of an essay. By the time I return to these ideas they’re flaccid.

I’m a lazy person who can’t sleep. Every bump in the night is an intruder. My lover stops breathing so I watch him just to make sure. There’s a coo-ing and a scratching coming from the ceiling-chickens. Rest just isn’t an option.

I’m a writer who never writes. I have my five-word truisms scribbled somewhere for safekeeping. My one-line journals, which take shape over a day and are never as whitty on re-visiting. My blog, which seems to be a string of the same post over and over…and over.

I’m a person who can’t think. I can’t, therefore I…?

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If only writer’s block worked like tetris, where the blocks fall on top of and into each other and eventually disappear.

Truth be told, I hate writing. I hate the torture it puts me through – I get half way through a story or poem and it follows me around. It’s a haunting shadow that trails after me.
“What if… maybe he could… and then she could say… show, don’t tell…”
What I love is a finished piece. My little piece of the world pinned to a page. A screen.

I’m currently working hard to manouvre my blocks into place, in the hope that it does work like tetris, in the hope that enough of my trying eventually just ends in it all disappearing, and I win the game. I write something of value and meaning.

Sam van Zweden

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