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Writer's Block


Beginning to write can seem daunting at times. The process of deciding what to write about can cause a great deal of anxiety as you stare at the blank page or white screen. As it is also a very exciting prospect, having the opportunity to start and create something outside of your own self, finding the words to start can be difficult. One thing that I like to do is to write about how I am feeling, describing the anxiety and the discouragement, and forgetting that I am actually writing at all. I start to yell at the page, in angry exclamations, about how the experience scars me and makes me want to scream. Eventually I get to a point where I realize that I have cleared the block, unfrozen the stream, begun building the setting and have expressed myself without even realizing that I was doing it. Then I look around me, nervous that the others on the bus may think me weird for the contortions and scowls I have been throwing at the computer...

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