Writer’s Block

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Zya Chow

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Zya Chow, Writer

Aka, author rants about writer’s block for four paragraphs

Writer’s block has an utmost grip on me right now. It’s not even funny. Well, maybe a little. Before, these topics, these columns used to come easy to me. I used to be able to write them literally two minutes before it was due with minimal spell checking and proofreading. I’ve been staring at this blank document, watching the stupid, stupid cursor blink as I try and wipe the sleep from my eyes. 

I keep racking my brain, trying to think of topics that I’m interested in. The Wendigo? No. Musicals? Overdone. Greek Mythology? Too broad. You would think, after being in journalism for one and a half years, that I would be able to come up with a topic automatically. At the drop of a hat. And I honestly find it ironic that I can’t write about other topics that I love but I can certainly spend my time ranting about writer’s block. 

Writer’s block is a jealousy-inducing feeling. I imagine myself in Tantalus’s position, reaching out for food but being denied and forever being stuck in that nightmarish loop where you know that the words are on the tip of your tongue, but you’re just unable to grab it.

…forever being stuck in that nightmarish loop where you know that the words are on the tip of your tongue, but you’re just unable to grab it.”

— Zya Chow

Where you’re trying to say something, but your throat swells and keeps the words from escaping. It’s a maddening rush, and something that I’m sure many people are familiar with. 

It’s a dilemma that I’m pretty sure isn’t going to go away anytime soon. It shines the most when a friend shares their emotions with you, emotional and raw, and you stare at the screen, not knowing what to say next. Sheepishly typing out ‘That must suck’, and frantically relying on Google to determine what to say, and what to do because for some reason your brain just isn’t functioning. Where your friends admit something to you, and you just stand there, an equivalent to a turtle lying dead on the side of the road. Too far? I think I’m just projecting. Honestly, I’ve no idea how to prevent writer’s block but I will get back to you on this. Eventually. When this little dry spell of writing is over.