Now , when I have taken not just one but five deep breaths š I have opened the editor to write something. As I have already written SOMETHING I am contemplating on what should I be writing. š¤£. Lolz. There is a quick answer: ANYTHING.
Well, over my blogging journey I have realized writing something is far easier than writing anything. For instance, if there is a precise topic on which we are supposed to write, it is easier to attain the focus and produce something.
On the other hand, confronting with the freedom to write Anything is akin to receiving the key of a vast candy store, brimming with an array of tempting choices within a specified timeframe. As I enter the store, I figure out that almost all the treats are equally appealing. Picking one of them is as challenging as picking a favorite child.
Instead of decisively choosing one, the sheer abundance overwhelms me, leaving me entangled in the perplexity of which delectable delight to select.
As the clock ticks away, the weight of indecision prevails, and alas, the time elapses, leaving me empty handed in the confectionery of creative possibilities.
I am sure we all have encountered the term āWriterās Blockā and would have come across it at some spot of our lives. Well I donāt remember if I have ever met the writerās block. Nevertheless, I keep on encountering its slier and quirkier cousin. I think it doesnāt like to meet many people thatās why it is still nameless. However, it doesnāt seem to leave me for too long I had to give it a name. I have named it āCreative Paralysis".
While mischievousness of writerās block is limited to close the door for new ideas just like a girl friend who breaks up and shuts the door instantly, Creative Paralysis is like a conniving friend who appears to be the most trustworthy person but harms in a subtle and long-lasting way.
Creative Paralysis opts for an innovative path for blocking productivity. It brings several ideas together and tells them, āIf any of you failed to pass the door of productivity at once, you would never be able to cross it.ā
On the other hand, it instills the fear in the Productivity Room convincing it that missing any of the idea would lead to a great loss. With the fear of losing them, the poor Productivity Room (PR) allows every idea to slide in at once. Consequently they all stuck at the door. What a wahala! The Productivity Room remains empty.
Blame it on greed, perhaps? If only the Productivity Room could be content with a few ideas at a time, we wouldnāt be stuck in this creative traffic mess. But no, it hungers for more, and now the door is blocked, achieving nothing but frustration.
Creative Paralysis doesnāt stop its wickedness here. It feeds each individual idea with a feeling being a VIP in the party. It urges each of them to make a noise, āPick me. No Pick meā¦..ā and let the PR know how important it is.
Grappled with creative conundrum, PR is at the verge of giving up. It makes a last attempt to fill it. It tries to pull some ideas in so the party may be successful. Nevertheless, a greater chaos is awaiting.
Whenever the Productivity Room grabs the hand of one idea, the other shouts, āDonāt you love me. Will you leave me outside.ā . PR tries to pull the other one in, another shoutsā¦.
At this point all the ideas become taunting like snarky relatives who jeer you by saying, āOh, I see how important I am to you. Haaaah! Uncle over there is clearly the favourite. ā Meanwhile, the uncle has similar kind of maddening words to throw your way.
And then, it happensā¦ā¦
The Productivity Room, in a fit of frustration, slams its door shut bellowing, āGET OUT Y'ALL.ā
Loz. The PR forgets that they were already OUT. š¤£