How I write through writer's block.

How do writers who are writing on commission with deadlines and timetables to cater to actually manage to write constantly? I think most of their talent isn't actually focussed on the writing itself, but rather the ability to gather inspiration from anything. Especially when faced with the least inspiring of conditions and situations possible.

I am currently alone in a tiny classroom where I have been for the last hour waiting for my student to arrive. I can almost assume that he is never showing up for school again but seeing as he hasn't actually told the school that and he has actually paid for this week, I am currently still on the roster for this week. I will therefore wait for him here for a few more minutes before going downstairs to inform the office that he has not shown up, then I will take a massive crap. The kind of crap that will make all other craps think, "Holy crap!"

Has inspiration really reached the bottom of the barrel when I start to make jokes based entirely on the subject of talking excrement? I really want to try and work on writing regularly for the main reason that I would love to have a proper semi-professional blog and/or column in some magazine or newspaper, but at the rate my inspiration tends to go, I will never keep to the deadlines. I'll also have one good article to 4 shit ones.

Does writing through writers' block make for good writing or does it look like I'm struggling? As I type, I have also realised as that, when I'm trying to write through the block, I tend to go back and delete and edit things I'm typing. When I'm inspired to write, I never do that. Usually I just start writing and then see where it leads me. If you notice, in my regular posts, I start writing about something irreverent that will then lead to a serious point in the conclusion. I don't foresee this happening now, but who knows? Maybe I will turn into a pocket Socrates by the end of it.

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Nope. No philosophy. Sometimes I just set you up for disappointment.

Good afternoon, interwebz. xx

[What really happened was I was told I was pretty much waiting for nothing and I went to help out in the office just before I published this. Nice timing, Roberta. Oh and I shat at home. It was good.]

Is there a writer in the house?

I recently watched the first two episodes of the series which really inspired me to write in my own style a year or so ago, needless to say, I'm back here trying to write again. The series is Californication and the whole story is just one big mix of sex, drugs, rock 'n' roll and a whole lot of drama. Somewhere along the lines there is also a lot of hilarious comedy and I applaud the writer(s?) for managing to work it all in there.

I remember watching it all for the first time and thinking, "Oh Christ!" The storyline is just so complex that they must have been on drugs while writing about this man who has this complex life while himself on a mix on narcotics. David Duchovny has also come a bloody long way from his X Files days. The intensity that the actor (whose previous big job had it in the contract that he had to know how to portray absolutely no emotion) manages to show while acting drunk, high, sex-crazed, broken-hearted, etc ... is just incredible. He is an out of work writer, go figure; his love life is completely incomprehensible; and his daughter is a carbon copy of the dysfunction that his relationship with her mother fiercely exudes.

The first time I saw it, had I not been in the midst of a fast blooming relationship, I would have probably related to his character to the point of following his footsteps. Especially since he ends up trying his hand at lecturing, which is what I ultimately see myself doing. Not to mention writing which I also want to dabble in as a semi-profession. Had it not been for the wife, I'd be in my own world fuelled by alcohol, drugs and sex. Or rather, I'd be consuming copious amounts of alcohol while trying not to OD all the while looking for sex. Oh yes, he also smokes all the time.

In the end, the part of his character which I really relate to is that fact that even when everything seems to point towards him being a soulless husk of a man, he still means well. He is an idiot and a complete child, of course, but who isn't in this day and age? I know that some of the best people on our lovely yet dying planet are either insane or incarcerated as we speak. It is a pity that the real murderer of society isn't lack of control, as all the people in control want us to think, it is in fact the suppression of talent and creativity. It is true that there are many people who think they are talented who just make you cringe, but in the end the brilliant people have all made many people cringe before they were recognised as geniuses.

On that note and before I start on a rant that will last forever,

Good afternoon the interwebz