Dread of a Fortunate Pen

Menacingly, I have to laugh at myself as the copy paper reflects my mind: empty. All the days in the classroom and all the hours spent studying that I said "when I have time I will start my novel" have culminated into this frustrating tease that is the ever infamous "writer's block." Oh, but those words cannot be said, even a mention of the curse is enough to begin plague of creative blockades.

I spend much of my free time secluded and alone with the company of jazz and Schoenberg writing away at something. It is this passion that I pursue that I use to justify my existence and I cannot seem to make the words come through. The pressure one faces when they dare call themself a writer! I sit with a shaking hand and an ancient nausea arising from the deep and I begin to write, anything, and I wince almost as if to say that nothing is better than this rubbish! But then the ice breaks and the words flow from beyond my conscious mind and I watch the pen recite lines of forgotten literature and poetry I have studied years ago warp themselves into the worn structure that is the tragedy. The words find me and I weep in thanks for the bursting of the dam and writing, dear, writing, is like a craft that is not to be treated as a job. When the task of exploration that is writing is used to give one's self a title, that is when the glory, the honor, and the meaning are lost in the art.

So, a work of art becomes vain when one sees it as a work of art. Those words from the depths that arise in the need to answer a question are the purest means of writing. One does not write to be a writer, one writes to pursue and understand that which is in the clouds and in the hearts of man. "Writer's Block" is disintegrated in the simple presence of a passion. What is it that we wish to solve? What do we have a knowledge of and how can we further it? Ask questions, they reveal to the writer themself, and from there the words flow. Suffering is universal; whatever plagues the mind is always a good source for working the pen. Let the truth be known and shine your light into the depths of suffering.