Writer's Block: Exercise #1

I have one hell of a writer's block today. It couldn't have come at a more inconvenient opportunity.

"Please go away now! You're in the way of my dreams!" I say to my suddenly be-fleshed writer's block.

Crap! I wish I didn't turn down that job offer I got before graduation. I wouldn't be in this situation if I took it.

Again, crap.

I read this online article on writer's block on how to eliminate it. Last tip said that I should do writing exercises to make the creative juices flow. It sounds like I have angina or coronary blockage or something.

But, what the crap, I'm desperate to try absolutely anything.

http://www.meredithsuewillis.com/writingexercises1-20.html

Exercise #1

I see a house - an old, ramshackle living space that was abandoned not long ago by confused farmers. I say confused because the house is situated in the wilderness. The house looks like a chicken coop. Maybe it is a chicken coop. So a chicken must be living in there.

No way. Undomesticated carnivorous animals should have eaten the chicken by the time I see the picture so I imagine the house empty.

Except, maybe on days when lovers with no place to display their loving go to express love. err. It kind of looks like the house in Jennifer Love Hewitt's movie, If Only. Yep, that's where they had sex.

Maybe, a hobo lives there now. I imagine the house to be near a lake. The hobo probably gets his food from the lake. He can fish for food. He could tie a string on his big toe and wait for an unsuspecting fish to be forced by gravity to be someone else's hearty meal.

Alright, I feel the the blood rushing through my unhealthy, flabby, clogged writer's veins. I don't think I need to add more.

Step # 1 said that I should step away from my computer or paper when I have writer's block. I think I'll do that and clog my veins some more with mind-numbing "Si Manny Villar ang magtatapos ng ating kahirapan!"

Crappy elections.