Writer’s block = impending doom!
How does any form of literature ever make it to publication?
I imagine writer’s block as the “wall” that a marathon runner hits after all energy, momentum, and drive has left.
(reproduced from source: http://kiplimochemirmir.wordpress.com/2011/04/17/runners-wall/)
Just picture for a moment, if you would, a man wearing nothing but his clinging white tank, skimpy blue shorts, and worn and scuffed tennis shoes. He’s picking up speed, cresting the last hill, and building up whatever reserves he can dig out of the pit of dwindling determination. The checkered line is visible painted on the street, tape drawn across in front just out of reach when his leg muscles seize, his stomach cramps, and the blood in his head is pounding, throbbing against his skull.
He falls to the pavement, grabbing his right calf as he looks longingly to the end. Thoughts flit through his brain as fast as lightning. He’s sore, tired, and drained. He can’t loosen his leg, and can’t put weight on it for the severe pain twinging his nerve sensors and shocking all the way up his back to his brain. He has hit the wall. But, he’s determined. He didn’t train months and years for nothing!
He manages to crawl a few feet to the curb and uses what little leverage he can to raise his feeble form off the ground. He cringes as his right foot hits the pavement. Gingerly, he places the lightest pressure possible as he limps a few feet and falters. He catches himself with his hands before he can fall completely. Pushing himself up again, he focuses all his thoughts on the checkered line. He slowly starts to limp to the tape fluttering in the gentle breeze. He sees his coach standing just on the other side with a bottle of Gatorade and his Heatsheet.
(reproduced from source: http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/the-running-blog/2013/aug/19/running-blog-how-was-your-weekend)
He pushes and propels himself further, limping slightly faster, driven by the hunger to finish, the determination to achieve the wonderful and great feeling of accomplishment. He blinks the sweat out of his eye as he draws up to the line. He takes one last faltering step and crumples through the tape.
The only thing keeping him from hitting the ground is his wife and manager supporting him. He made it. He has won his own battle of wills.
(reproduced from source: http://www.runnersworld.com/running-tips/against-wall)
Yes, writing is not physically draining in the same manner, but it can be draining nonetheless. I am thankful for my husband and son that I can turn to during these “walls” and lean on for support.
How do you get past your writer’s block?