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The Writer’s Void

To say that I have a writer’s block is an understatement of epic proportions. No. This is no ordinary writer’s block. A month-long involuntary abstinence from writing is no easy pickings, walk in the park, skidoodle, damn, I can’t even find the right words for it. It’s a feeling that I myself in all the vocabulary I could muster up could not even begin to define. It feels like I’m being lobotomized by Dr. Frankenstein while a group of drunk aliens decided to put a black hole in my brain. It’s not as much a loss for words as it is a loss of coherent ideas and thought-provoking thoughts. And lately my thoughts have been nothing more than, well, nothing! It feels like there’s a mass of cobwebs where my brain used to be. Hollow. Empty.

I remember the day when I first wrote my name on a piece of paper back in prep school. It was weird. I was staring down at that piece of paper with my now-written name on it dumbfounded and astonished. It felt like you can put anything into writing; thoughts, ideas, emotions; even your identity could be written down in letters. That was my first encounter of the written word and from there on end, writing became my passion. I wrote about almost anything I could think of at every chance I could get. It became second nature and to be without writing is just about as unnatural as not breathing. I look at writing the way I look at a bottle of cold hard beer after being dumped. It’s intoxicating. A total bliss. Ultimate joy. A venue to air out my grievances, share my joys or just be downright insane.

“..while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth.”

– V delivering a speech to London,
V for Vendetta, 2006

Words are powerful. Much more so when they are written.  They can change perspectives, spread the truth, and even hurt. If Rizal and Jaena had not written their own compositions, then the country would certainly be in a whole different scenario today.  Even God in all His Majesty know the value of the word.

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” (John 1:1 KJV)

I really don’t know how to end this post. I guess I’m still suffering the aftermath of the writer’s void. In time I hope I can snap out of this. Until then, I’ll try to write.


About nurzter

Rants and raves from looking at life through tainted windows and shattered glass.

4 responses to “The Writer’s Void

  1. katrinadanieles ⋅

    hoooray!=) are you sure you’re experiencing a writer’s block? çoz this post is contradicting what you are claiming.. hahah. =)
    anyway, i thought you were never been dumped?? hahah. =)
    nurz, nice one. =)
    i’ll be expecting more posts from you. heheh

    • nurzter

      I havent posted anything for a month now. that’s beyond writer’s block already. if there’s such a thing as writer’s dementia, i probably have it. haha. 😀 anyway, keep reading my blogs! =) it keeps me inspired. hehe 😀 thanks for the comment kat! ;D

  2. Leah

    Whew!! Nice one! Clap! Clap! Dalum gd bah… Saw your link thru Myka’s blog. Keep ’em coming.

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