Writer's block

I've been sitting here, for five minutes, staring at a blank screen because I told myself that I'd write a blog before I left for the day. Why? Because I wanted to.

Writer's block is a really bad thing. I started writing a comedy play a year ago. August 1, 2003, I think. Around 12:30am. Wrote a couple of scenes and went to sleep. Over the next 5 months, I added three and a half more scenes. And it's been like that ever since. Because I can't seem to be able to proceed with the story.

In Jan this year, I started writing a piece "This Thing Called Love" for Sulekha's Spring Romance Contest. It was turning out pretty well until page 3 (I write most of my drafts in MS Word Documents), when I ran out of steam. I had also started a piece I was going to call "Pallavi", but that too never saw completion. Never went past page 2.

Then there was the tragedy I started, but found unconvincing half-way through.

I guess my favourite is the one I consider complete, but everyone who reads it asks me "Where's the next page?"

I currently have 6 unfinished stories, and a number of stories in my head that I just can't seem to even start writing.

I did submit one story to Sulekha around 7 weeks ago, but apparently they're still reviewing it. Scary thought...

Now all I want to write is meaningless blogs that hold the reader's attention for a few paragraphs and don't leave them feeling "Why am I reading this?" and I can't even seem to do that. And none of my bookmarked bloggers are writing either. Sidin's laptop seems to still be dead. Vivek isn't blogging either. Hani Suleiman seems to have had his fill for the week.

And I have no literary pieces of art to garner the empty blog market. (Ok, ok, so I'm exaggerating. Still you know what I mean right?)

Sigh...

I'll try to complete the one year old comedy this weekend. Like I try every weekend. I'll probably read it from start to end and start playing Max Payne 2 instead.

Whatever. Have a nice weekend, folks.