Most of your best writing is done in the mind, visual scenes and sometimes cleverly in your mind you think up something great that you dont even write down because your not with a pen and pad, sitting with your favorite drink or music.
I'd say get a small notepad to carry with you and scribble down what you see. When I get writers block, I begin an exercise, and just write,
like heres an example below.
I carry around this block, Its because Im a writer, It doesnt get in the way to often but when it does it's like trying to walk around with a bad case of hemroids. People stare at it as if it were directly on my forehead. Almost like they see through me, my anguish and lost conciousness. Waves of passers by as they pass look like blurred
shadows following after. Voids of bricks and rubble,mega structures and movements all clear and leaning like a tower of pancakes.
even the sky is torturous, calm and settled within the white drifts.
Curtains I tell you, all a bunch of curtains. I want the window behind them to smash, I'd like a clown to horribly try and sell me a cheese cake outside my apartment building, It'd be nice to see a hooker drunken and stumbling,grasping her md 20/20 bottle like it was
The blood of Jesus Christ. I'd like to see a fire truck come out those whooping doors and ring there siren so loud that it causes a earthquake. It'd be great to be in Oklahoma chasing after a oil rig,
watching a tornado in the distant field spinning like there was no goddamn way to stop it.
Lowly though, Im here sitting around this old burnt antique table that a homeless man sold me so he get a pack of smokes, sipping tea, forget sipping, drinking tea, cup after cup, with my lone bic pen, that I change the dead ink tube in, I keep the casing for luck. scrambled jargon on crumbled papers, scrambled eggs on a plate that I was going to eat, now there looking disgusting, like my soul.
by the side of me, this damn block that says "Im your's forever".
In these times all I want is reason.
