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“Slo-Mo-Syndro,” Nothing But a Thing, A Significant Thing, But Just a Thing, None the Less

In the years I’ve been writing, I cannot say I have experienced a full blown case of writer’s block, although what has not skipped my sci-fi encrusted brain is what I  call the “slow motion syndrome.”

With “slow motion syndrome,” writing a paragraph will go something like this. In the first sentence there are no problems and you breeze right through.

With the second sentence, there is a definite pause and you must think before adding the last few words.

In the third sentence, you complete half and slowly finish the sentence one-word-at-a-time.

By-the-time-you-complete-said-paragraph, it-has-been-a-slow-arduous-task-to-say-the-least.

I guess one is just about as bad as the other, of course with S.M.S. you can see some progress, even if it is minuscule.

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Sometimes it is, Sometimes it Ain’t, When it is, It Really is, When it Ain’t, it Really Really Ain’t

I’ve never suffered from writer’s block; nor am I the type to knock on wood after making such a statement. Knuckles against a wooden surface never did it for me. What I have been plagued with from time to time, I like to refer to as the “Slo-Mo Syndrome.” It’s closely related to the, “some days you’re the windshield, some days you’re the bug” disorder.

Here’s how it works. You climb behind your computer on any given day. Pulling up your virtual manuscript, you bid your latest offering, “Good Morning.” Next, you begin to type. Slowly at first the words crawl across the screen. Your fingers heat up as the cobwebs fly from your ears, freeing your mind to spew ideas unabated to your awaiting fingers. On these days your soon-to-be novel writes itself.

When the “Slo-mo Syndrome” strikes, your day goes something like this. You write a fifteen word sentence; then something catches your eye. “Good thing I saw that,” you say. Before you know it you’ve re-written seventeen words from a fifteen word sentence. Once again you ask an unanswerable question of yourself. “How did that happen?” Multiply this scenario by however many sentences you can bare to write and who knows, you may end up with a paragraph you can actually use. Not bad for a full day’s work. So goes the “Slo-mo Syndrome.”

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If a Sleep Deprived Blogger Fell Asleep While Writing a Blog on Sleep Deprivation, Would that Give the Sleeping Blogger an Edge on Blogging While Sleep Deprived?

Have you ever attempted to write a blog post and had absolutely no idea what to say? Hence, the first sentence. Even now I’m killing virtual paper space searching for something coherent to offer my readers. In actuality, I think they call this writer’s block, although I don’t believe that to be the case. I’ve never suffered from the aforementioned writer’s block. I have run through short spells when my mind refuses to focus on the task at hand. In this case, I’m trying to discover what the task may be or else succumb to examining the inside of my eyelids…well, whattaya know, a short ten-minute power nap kinda shakes up the cobwebs in my cranium and allows me to hopefully make this post a bit more meaningful. Of course, as I read over what I have written, it seems to make more sense simply because it’s something we all face at one time or another. I know when I’m working on a novel I try to write my character into a corner, much like a painter painting a floor would paint himself into a corner with no doors or windows through which to flee. I find if I write my character into this type of corner with no visible means of escape, once I pull him from the jaws of certain demise I have used my strongest writing to do so…hey, I may have just snatched this post from the chops of defeat.

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Can a Blank Sheet of Paper Really Drive You to the Ledge Atop a Forty Story Building?

writers-block-demotivationalWhen you sit in front of that blank page, does it mock, daring you to place that first word to paper or warmly invite you, “Please, come write?”

That page (whether real or electronic) can be a cruel mistress indeed.

Taunting you to write something, anything, for it knows you are unworthy to even approach its majestic surface.

Then again, it may welcome you to lovingly caress its face, to place your thoughts, dreams and anything else that tickles your fancy.

Do you remember that nasty little phrase, “writer’s block?” It defies you to write a single word if you can, knowing full well anything you pen will be trash in the writer’s world.

Or, does your page accept your words, caressing each with praise and encouraging a steady flow of dialect or story line from talent no one else possesses?

You manage to grudgingly hammer out one chapter in eight hours of writing. Taking the rest of the day off, you revisit your work the next morning. You begin to examine the sorry excuse of words that appear to have been chosen by a first grader. You seethe and contemplate a career in the fast food industry.

Then again, the manuscript gladly accepts each word, sentence, and paragraph knowing that this piece of work will at least reach the status of a bestseller and probably rival the masters.

Sound familiar? If so, I must ask this question. Which one are you? Do you find yourself having to pound out every word or do you write bestseller after bestseller?

I bet you and I are a lot alike. We’re stuck someplace in between; sometimes to the left and sometimes to the right of that center line.

I don’t know about you, but that bestseller after bestseller has somehow managed to elude me.

Quite frankly, I have no illusions of grandeur, but that doesn’t mean I’ll stop trying.

Cause you know, ya just never know, and that’s one thing I do know.

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