Obstacles I put up to keep myself from writing

HELP! TIMMY IS IN THE WELL. I’m stuck in a deep, dark cycle of writing paralysis. Each day I rehearse innumerable posts in my head, but when it comes to getting them out on paper (or directly to my screen) I’m shaking a new ketchup bottle and it’s full and nothing comes out and then everything suddenly is obliterated by ketchup and the fries are soaked and you can’t taste the burger.

More accurately, I’m Jude Law in I Heart Huckabees. He’s relied on one story about an encounter with Shania Twain to embue his whole life with meaning. When Lily Tomlin and Dustin Hoffman literally roll the tape on how often he tells it, he rejects their assertion on how central it has become to his being. However, later he comes face to face with how it’s come to define him for others during an important meeting, he literally barfs at the tragedy. I AM JUDE LAW. I’ve woken up to how I rely on certain narratives so that when they come out on the screen I’m like NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH, but unlike Molly Weasley, I’m just hiding out on twitter instead of taking on Voldemort aka all my writing insecurities. 

Therefore, the rut then has become my awareness of the rut. Like George W. Bush, IM AT A DECISION POINT(S). DOES THE CHALLENGE WIN OR DO I? 

So I’m here calling myself out. 

Will I let my story win or will I change the channel? Come back soon to find out. 

 As a bonus, I’ve included this inspirational clip from the Labyrinth: 

JUST CALL ME JENNIFER CONNELLY

YOU HAVE NO POWER OVER ME.