Writer’s Block (Bastard).

Please note: The “bastard” in the title should be read, and then said out loud, in the accent of Sean Bean’s Sharpe. Thank you.

Moving onto the actual subject of this blog post, today I am going to basically get angry and abusive towards writer’s block.

Anyone who writes a story, be it terrible (like in my case) or of the highest standard, will be faced with the bane of all writers: The Block.

Now, you may think that you know exactly what you want your story to contain, but writer’s block has other ideas. It stops you and your mind, midway through your story, and seems to mock you as you struggle to think why you can’t write what you want. You know what you want to happen next, you know how you want it to happen, but there’s a small, almost insignificant, block that has wormed its way into your mind and festered, causing you to struggle to write anything that sounds even capable of being literature. Then, if you’re like me, you give up completely and maybe try and come back to a few days later (…maybe a week later). For those truly determined souls, they power through and manage to write down something that is at least acceptable and go back to review and change the section later on.

In fairness, I get writer’s block whilst writing blog posts. I have a tactic (or tic-tac, as I used to call them…), which is: that whenever an idea pops into my head for a half-way interesting topic, I write down a note about it. Then, when it is time to write my blog, I bring it up and choose the best out of the list. At this point, I actually have to write the post. At the time that I thought of the idea, I tend to feel as though I have enough to write a post a reasonable length. When it comes to the daunting task of scribing upon a blank page, my mind decides it would be extremely comical to make me completely forget how I was planning on writing about the topic. So then it’s back to the drawing boards to try and re-envision my plan.

As for the story I’m writing at the moment (see previous blog post – totally not self-publicising here by the way…), I have never been the kind of person to plan beforehand. I always write the story chapter-by-chapter and, if I’m feeling organised, I write a brief plan about what I want the next chapter to contain. But that doesn’t happen very often. So, I get blocked again. I have an opening, and an idea for the ending. What comes in between is a mystery. I don’t know how I’m still writing…

So really, writer’s block is a bastard (Sean Bean style). It ruins my attempts at writing both stories and blogs, as well as ruining other people’s writing which is quite likely going to be better than mine.

 

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Halls of Fire – Hobbit/LotR Fanfiction Snippet

Kyni smelt the burning before he saw it. The pungent smell came wafting down the halls of stone, towards where Kyni stood. He was fully armoured, with a sword and shield in each hand respectively. He was aware that he was shaking, yet he was determined. The smell grew ever more empowering. The ground began to shake beneath him, in the slow steady rhythm of footsteps, one after the other. Thump, thump, thump went the ground, and thump, thump, thump went Kyni’s heart. He could now see smoke curling around the edges of the small doorframe that was the entrance to the hall where he stood, alone. And trapped.

The smoke swirled around him, partially blinding him. He coughed, his eyes beginning to water. The heat was now becoming stifling and Kyni wiped his brow with the back of his padded gauntlet. The thumping of both heart and ground were getting louder. Kyni gripped his sword tighter, as the footsteps finally ceased. There was great exhale of air and another plume of smoke wove its way into the hall. There was a snarl and Kyni dropped his sword. An eye, a large eye, mostly yellow except for a diagonal black slit of an iris, had appeared in the doorframe. A deep, booming voice spoke.

“Ahh, how quaint. I have come for my vengeance.”

The eye narrowed, before being replaced by a mouth. Kyni saw an array of sharpened yellowing teeth, before the mouth opened and a warm glow was seen deep in the throat. Kyni let out a shout of fear, yet the sound was soon drowned out by an echoing  roar unlike any other. Then, he was engulfed by flame.

Kyni awoke, a cold sweat covering his body. He sat up, panting, his heart racing. He threw the covers off him, his chiselled chest shining in the light of the moon coming through the window. He crossed to it and flung it open. He took in a long deep breath, smelling the fresh, clean air of Dale. Yet he could still remember the smell of smoke. He could still taste the fear. And he could still see the eye. He shuddered, suddenly cold. He closed the window and climbed back into his bed. Yet he could not sleep. His nightmare still haunted him. Though he had not seen one before, he knew that the creature had been:

A dragon.

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Hey guys, sorry this is a bit of a cheat post – I’m currently extremely busy, not to mention tired (possibly a tad hungover as well but shh, let’s not talk about that) so I thought that, instead of racking my brain for an interesting topic to write about, I’d share a sneakpeak of a Hobbit/LotR Fanfiction called The Return of Smaug that I am currently writing. If you are at all interested in this extract, and feel like reading more of my story (or as far as I’ve got in the story at this point in time…) then you can find it on Wattpad here. I don’t think you have to create an account to read it but if you do, then I apologise.

If any of you feel like giving me feedback, positive or negative, then please do! I am well aware that it’s not great literature but it keeps me entertained so that has to count for something, right?

Revisiting Escapism into the World of Fantasy, via Science!

One of my first blog posts was entitled “Escapism into the World of Fantasy” (it can also be found here). Within it, I spoke about how fantasy books and games are used to escape from the bonds that life has ensnared us with.

Currently in my Psychology class, we are being taught about Supernatural Phenomenons or Anomalistic Experiences. How does this relate? Well, we were discussing people who suffer from neuroticism and why they are more likely to people in the Paranormal. It appears that they try use the paranormal to escape from reality, therefore making it a defence mechanism or even a safety mechanism in order to run away from real life. See the similarity? If you class the paranormal as Fantasy (which I do, as I don’t believe in any form of the paranormal), then this is essentially the same as using books or games to escape, except that it displays you have a more vivid imagination. In fact, these beliefs in the paranormal could have easily been inspired by fantasy novels, or even truly great literature!

Take A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. Supernatural phenomena plays a big part in this story. So, it is equally possible that a person who is convinced that the paranormal exists will have enjoyed this book and used it as some form of escapism in early life. Then, if this person has a very lively imagination, they may start to believe that they are living in their own adaptation of A Christmas Carol, using it to hide from the iron fist that is reality. Quite possibly, due to a disorder such as neuroticism or just strong beliefs, they might start to perceive the world as being filled with ghosts and will therefore, in their eyes, be living in a paranormal world.

I suppose the same concept can be applied to any Fantasy book or game: a person enjoys a story too much and become immersed in it to the point of concern and then use it to escape. I imagine Sherlock’s ‘Mind Palace’ whenever I picture this: someone being bullied or shouted at and they just close their eyes, block out the noise and retreat into a story where they are the singularly most important person.

I can’t say my use of fantasy is in anyway science-y. I am, in fact, a very anti-science person. That’s not to say I don’t understand the importance of science in the world, I just don’t enjoy learning about it. Which is why I’m surprised I enjoy Psychology. I suppose it is a “social” science, but even so. It’s still got the word ‘science’ in it so I’m quite proud of myself! Saying that, our most recent lesson did involve having to watch a tedious TV programme about Joe Swash trying to decide whether he believed in ghosts or not… there were two reasons I disliked this. Firstly, I find the whole possibility of believing in the supernatural ridiculous. And secondly, Joe’s voice annoys me beyond reason. Not a great mix in all honesty.