My writer’s block…

I had been meaning to write for a while but every time I sat down to think, all I could come up with was nothing or everything. Everyone understands that if you can’t think of anything, you can’t put it on a page. But you probably think if this guy is thinking about a lot of things, it is so easy to write. Choose one of it and start writing about it. I wish that was the case.

It is difficult when I have a lot on my mind. I really couldn’t choose a topic. It felt like, if I chose one, all the other thoughts would feel neglected. I knew it sounds ludicrous, but I am sympathetic that way.

For last couple of week, I had a lot on my mind. Every time I wanted to write, all these topics came flooding. My brain was full but the pages, empty.

One evening, I was determined to write. It had been a dull day. Rain was pouring heavily and the frequent thunder and lightning was not helping the cause. I do like the occasional rain but that day was different. It had been raining from the morning and I was stuck at home.    ‘What do people do when they are incapable themselves? ’, I thought.  ‘They ask other people for help’.

So, I asked a friend if there was a topic that she could recommend. She was shocked. At least, that is what I gathered from her response.

She said, “Haha, me!!!”

‘Yes, ma’am.’, I was thinking but I replied, “Yes… anything.”

She was reluctant. She insisted that she was not that creative.

I wanted tell her that she is creative and then a memory came back to me. I had had similar conversation before with her in the past and the response was the same. I had insisted that she think of something then, and she had some of the greatest ideas ever. The one time, it was a supernatural-esque dream. The fonder memory was that when we had created a story then and there with each of us adding a new sentence to the other’s previous sentence.

The story was about a bunny that lived in a grassland whose house was destroyed by a huge storm. The bunny then came across a bird that had injured its wings in the same storm and had fallen near the bunny’s house. The bunny took the bird inside, nursed its injuries and gave it a place to stay until it could fly again. The bunny and the bird became great friends, they roamed around met other friends of bunny and the bird had a great time. Once the bird felt better, it helped the bunny repair its hut.
Finally, the day came when the bird could fly again. The bunny felt happy for the bird but was also a bit sad that the bird would leave. The bunny would never tell the bird how it felt. Seeing that the bunny was not itself for some time, the bird asked what the matter was. The reluctant bunny finally told what was bothering it. The bird admitted that it felt the same way but told that it had to go to its family. The bird also told that it came from the jungle that was directly beside the grassland and it would come and visit. The bird also invited the bunny to come and visit it in the jungle. With that promise, the bird flew away.

I also recall something I thought to continue that story but I can’t quite remember if I ever told her that.

The bird did come back to visit and one day, also took the bunny to the jungle to meet its friends and family. They met each other often and the bunny loved how the bird could fly in the sky. The bunny designed mechanical wings and with the bird, would fly together whenever they met.  

At that moment, I decided to write the story and as you can see above, it’s done. I didn’t tell her that she was creative or insisted me to help her. She had already done that.

People do help. Even if they directly can’t, one way or another, they always make you better as she helped me overcome my writer’s block…