Dear World

Please Kill Me,

Greetings and happy Wednes (looks outside) night, how have all of your weeks been going – (mine’s going about as smooth as a Brazilian’s perineum on a midsummer day. #ClassyTrashy)? So I know the question – “why the late post?” – short answer: work, work, work – however, nothing that couldn’t be considered useful to you guys. So let’s dive in.

The Bubble , (commonly known as – insert inappropriate adage here- (mine are all WAY to naughty)). Anyway, as most of you know by now, I plan to participate in NaNoWriMo this year, (for more information on that just click the word. Although I can tell you here, that drugs are optional (pssst…Nobody tell them what it is.)). 

With my participation, I was required to sign up – and well, that’s about it until the start date. So, now all I needed was the topic, title, story idea, (incohesive yammerings of gratuitous situations)- however you want to refer to it.

By the way, don’t feel the need to do any preparation if you don’t normally operate that way, (this is just my way of assuring that mine is better than yours). Seriously, though – the point is to finish a piece of work that you can be proud of-

(As you KNEEL before MY WRITING PROWESS,

“You there!” *points to front row*

“Give me your first born!”)

*cough*…. I mean just have fun guys. (*hands back baby*).

Moving on, in my quest to come up with a story idea for November – I found that a lot of what I was coming up with felt a bit too tangential, derivative, or just plain done before. (I mean I sincerely considered a story that crossed Batman and Harry Potter). It was time to stop. (hmmm… “Harry Wayne and the Prisoner of Arkham Asylum” – NO!!!!!).

So, I detached for a little while. I turned off the television, put the books away, lost my phone (that one happened organically) – and just kind of relaxed to some music. Suddenly, from seemingly nowhere -it came, (no, not that you perv) – the idea. Fully formed and seeking a vessel to bring it to life.

It’s odd how inspiration can fall into your lap like that. I’d compare it to being the sole witness to something incredible. Now my job is to translate it from the language of the cosmos, into one that readers will understand and engage with, Fuck.(…No… Wait!!…. Unfuck – that’s the fun part). The plan now is to wait.

Why am I telling you this? Well, that’s simple. If you happen to be dealing with a round of writer’s block, hit a creative wall, or even if you just can’t seem to muster up an idea – may I suggest unplugging for a bit?

Allow yourself solace in the tender womb of your own thoughts. By giving yourself this protected space – separate from the world- perhaps the muses will arrive to your willing mental placenta as well (gross, but audibly pretty smooth, and it sounds like a band name). I mean, what else are you doing right now (this post is almost over)?

Give it a try, sometimes all we need is a moment of silence, for a spark of brilliance.

Enjoy your solitude,

-Antwan Crump.

 

P.S. -For those of you interested in checking out my article on MyTrendingStories, just click the (eh, you know what to click).

Later Gators.