Dealing with writers block

by Novalis14

Inkspot

Inkspot groaned as she put her head down on her desk and covered her head with he wings. Why couldn’t she write anything?
She had been home alone for the past few days, it was summer vacation and she was in that sorta sick state, where she couldn’t walk for to long with out feeling dizzy and her nose was giving her trouble. She was just glad the sore throat was gone, it was the worst kind of pain for her.

She had spent the majority of her time lying on the couch watching her families tv and watching the hour hand on the clock jump ahead every time she looked up. Eventually she had gotten fed up with herself and had decided it was time to do something a tad bit more productive before her mom made her. She would pick writing over cleaning her room any day.

Inkspot loved to write fiction, she could turn out ideas faster than a wonderbolt could fly. She had spent the past few weeks writing down all of the ideas that hit her as soon as they came until she had a good half dozen waiting for their turn. However as she flipped through them none seemed to grab at her creativity. She just couldn’t get the motivation to turn the blurbs into stories.

She had three writing projects she should have be working on. Her readers at The Foal Free Press were waiting patiently for the next chapters to be finished. However her drive to continue them had temporarily dried up, she couldn’t even bring herself to re read them for inspiration.

She had tried to get back in the mood by writing several short stories. Most of them were sad, she liked dramatic and bittersweet stories. Inkspot liked to think that she specialized in feels and flowery words. Unfortunately everything she had written had taken serious padding to reach 1000 words and probably looked better to her than they did to her readers. At least that is what she gathered from the lack of instant fame. Being a drama queen who wanted instant gratification did make it hard to get a good perspective though.

Inkspot put down her papers and got up from the desk. She trotted to the kitchen and opened the fridge for what was most likely, the fifth time since lunch. She had the munchies bad however the microwave was busted and all she had to work with was half of the sandwich makings she would need to actually make a sandwich and cold dinner leftovers that she would probably need for dinner. Inkspot sighed and closed the door. What she wouldn’t do for some pretzels or potato chips… Or maybe a gallon of chocolate ice cream.

She wandered into the living room and tried to use her imagination, she had plenty of characters and she loved to come up with stories in her head, nothing that would make an actual story but sometimes they gave ideas for scenes or just helped get things rolling when she was stuck in writers block. Unfortunately for her she had spent the past couple weeks watching Dr whooves off of bbc (Breightish Brodasting Channel) and reading the ‘dr who’ fan stories (a humanized version of the awsome sifi show) and her head was stuffed full of that.

She had already written a dr whooves story and decided that it wouldn’t be a good idea to write another one so soon. Inkspot sat down on her father’s soft brown loveseat and yelled into the cushions until she had to come up for air.

Feeling no better she trudged up to her room again and started searching the bookshelf until she found a book entitled “87 writing prompts” she opened it and began skimming, “The foals first words”, hmm well she could use cherrypunch and her daughter rudy, nah, Mitzy and her daughter Binky? Too close to dr whooves. Inkspot moved on to the next prompt, “The sign said ‘Do not touch, ever’” well maybe some kid is staring up at the sign which is hanging from the tardis , she did a face hoof, was she really so into the dr whooves show that her mind kept going back to it? It must be because she was sick. Well um Princess Sola and Princess Nightsky probably had some place they wouldn’t want people looking… nah nothing was forthcoming.

Inkspot spent the next few minutes flipping through the prompts until she suddenly chucked it at the far wall- where it smacked with a semi satisfying thwack- and sat back down at her desk. She flipped through her ideas again, Nope…. Nope…. What they hay was she thinking when she came up with that!?..... Lame….. To long…… …. …….. Okay this wasn’t working.

“You’re going to write! Just write. The first idea that comes to you, you start writing it. I don’t care if it is about monkeys on pendulums….. Okay apparently it is about monkeys on pendulums.” Inkspot got into gear and started writing, if that is what you would call what came out: “Monkeys love to ride pendulums the swing back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth until they hit the wall of the inside of the clock with a smack… “

Inkspot just stared at the abomination of a sentence. Who ever came up with the advice of “Just write the first thing that comes to you” apparently wasn’t think of teenagers who could come up with things both nonsensical and nightmarish that could scare the fur off of you with out making sense. Clearly she needed an idea with a bit more direction.

She sat there for several moments her eyes scrunched closed, then it hit her. She snatched her pencil in her mouth and began scrawling as fast as she could before the inspiration left her.

“Novalis groaned as she put her head down on her desk. Why couldn’t she write anything?….

Author's Note:

So this is based on what happened with me today, somethings I just added for padding (stupid 1000 word minimum). As you can tell a edited names of ponies :Berry bunch and her daughter Ruby, Ditzy and Dinky and Princess Celestia and Princess Luna.

Apparently you need to make it obvious that it is equestria and my original didn't make it obvious enough so i had to add a sentence or two

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Comments

[Arya Stark]

Ugh, the dreaded writers block!! Tottally feel for ya, I am struggling with it too.

[Jman14102]

Writer's Block. Ugh.
We've all been there...
And holy hell does it suck.