Writer’s Block, the Brick Wall, the Blank Page – the end of Creativity as we know it (temporarily).

The morning dawns and your productivity commences. You are ready to create something, anything, and you want it to be good. The desk is cleared. The laptop is opened. The blank page stands clear, ready to be filled with lexical gold.

You sit at your computer for ten minutes – there you have your first stumble; Creativity must have something to drink. You get up and wander towards the kitchen. You pour the liquid lavishly. Alcoholic or not, your creativity needs it. As you saunter back to your room, you stop. Struck by an idea, you run back to the kitchen. It is not writers’ inspiration.

Half an hour later, you have returned to your seat, eager to begin on your next amazing creation – with a gourmet style brunch and some more snacks on the side. You finish your food. You finish your drink. You do not finish your idea.

Time passes. You look around and notice, all of a sudden, just how untidy the place has become. You stare at your floor; when was that last cleaned? You stare at your windows; I can’t even see through them! You stare at your bed; have you ever been made?

One hour later, you return to your screen. Your creativity is flowing – the room is clear and you are well-fed and well-watered. There is nothing to stop you!

The optimism that you had started the day with dwindles and disappears. You peek back at the computer screen, at the omnipresent blank page that glares emptily back at you. Empty; not just of ideas, but of inspiration too. You begin to panic but then you look at the time.

Dinner. You return again to the kitchen.

A period of time has passed in which you have eaten, drunk, called some friends, annoyed your respective pet or pets, surfed the internet, YouTubed everything, eaten some more, had a nap, stared at the ceiling, questioned all of humanity, and finally! You return to the computer screen. It is dark now; the outside world seems to mirror your inner creativity. You begin to panic. The day had started out so productive, it seemed. Where were all my ideas?

Sighing, you get up and dress into clothes appropriate for real life. You grab some paper and you go outside – to a park, to a mall, to a populated area, to the wilderness. You go outside. You think.

Returning home, you sit at your desk. Your computer screen glares back at you, questioning where you have gone and why you bothered to return. With an absolute lack of creativity, you begin writing. You name your article “The Blank Page”. You explain to the world how your day went. You begin to fill your blank page with a story about the blank page.