Writer’s block

A cool wind blew through Phoenix this week… Finally, that cheery, end-of-the-year feeling is starting to take root. I think my best childhood memories existed during the holidays, which is likely the reason I have so many inexplicably good feelings this time of year. I guess I feed off those cozy, manufactured, family-oriented vibes.

A common facet in my life is my chronic case of writer’s block. My writing abilities may not be up to snuff, but I do enjoy the process, especially constructing plot-lines. That’s the only aspect that comes easily; actually writing the story is like pulling teeth.

I try to study successful books and screenplays for motivation. I sit in front of an empty Word document, cursor blinking, a whittled-down plot-line long completed, but whatever I end up typing out does even my silly storylines no justice. Why is it that I find essay-writing for school so enjoyable, yet I struggle so much at home?

In lieu of further complaints, I’ll wrap up this post with my typical recommendations:

Recently Watched:
- High Fidelity
- Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
- Being John Malkovich

Recently Listened:
- You Only Live Once - by The Strokes
- Blackberry Stone - by Laura Marling and Marcus Mumford
- Persephone - by Cocteau Twins
- そのぬくもりに用がある - by Sambomaster