My eyes were starting to hurt from staring at my laptop screen way too hard, but I didn’t think of giving them a break. I continued staring at the blinking cursor, which had remained at the same place for almost half an hour.
It blinked at me. I blinked back.
I ventured to write a sentence. It didn’t sound right. I quickly deleted it and tried writing another one.
It still didn’t sound right.
In frustration and persperation, I leaned back into my chair and let out one huge groan.
Well, actually, it sounded more like the shriek of some wild panther. I guess that explains why Cherry burst into the room at full speed, panting.
“Oh my GOODNESS, Cupcake! Are you okay?”
“For the love of guacamole on top of cherry pie,” Cherry ejected one of her famously random sayings. “You scared me. What on earth is the problem?”
“It is,” I wailed, “that I’ve been staring at the same sentence for the entire day, and whatever I write sounds weird, and I won’t get past Chapter 7 for the life of me, and I can’t figure out what Clara should do next, and should she have glasses? Anyways…also, I’m not used to writing sci-fi, and my whole novel needs a theme, or else I shall be ruined! DOOMED TO DESTRUCTION! and oh, and I’m trying to figure out of Reyne should turn out to be a boy instead of a girl, because that would make the most unexpected plot twist, but oh, it will spoil the whole thing! as I was saying…”
“whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down.”
I paused to take a huge gulp of breath before opening my mouth to continue. “And–”
“I think all that means is you have writer’s block,” she interrupted calmly.
I let out a dramatic gasp. “The dreaded writer’s block! Oh, Cherry, you MUST save me!”
Cherry rolled her eyes. “Calm down. I have the perfect solution.”
“What is it?”
“Wait here and see.”
Cherry returned five minutes later. “I have it ready!”
I followed her out eagerly, but my face fell at the sight of…
a HUGE box. Sitting in the middle of the grass.
“It’s the WriBloInspo Machine!” Cherry exclaimed.
“Writer’s Block Inspiration. Now get in there! I worked very hard on it.”
Oh no, I thought to myself. There goes Cherry with her crazy ideas again. “Cherry, I don’t think this is going to work out…”
“Oh, of course it is,” Cherry reassured.
I sighed, and figuring it wouldn’t do any harm to play along, climbed in.
Cherry tied on a blindfold before I knew what she was doing.
“Press the button,” she instructed.
I felt for the
chapstick case button, and slammed as hard as I could. There was a little whirring noise outside that rapidly got louder.
I pushed the blindfold over my head and turned around, but Cherry wasn’t there. “Cherry?”
She reappeared. “You got inspiration, didn’t you? The machine helped you overcome writer’s block, didn’t it?”
“Hate to break it to you, but…no.”
“It didn’t work?” Her face fell. “Oh, no worries. Let’s try again.”
I reluctantly pressed the button again after blindfolding myself. This was just getting plain crazy.
There was that whirring noise again. I was just wondering what Cherry was doing to make it when something was crammed into the hole in the side of the box, falling at my feet.
It was a poster that read “Make your characters go to the Lincoln Memorial.”
Cherry was doing a triumphant dance. “See? It worked!”
I smiled a cheesy, condescending smile. “Uh…yeah…I guess…except the problem is…my characters don’t live in America. They couldn’t go to the Lincoln Memorial if they tried.”
“Then press the button again!”
I groaned. Loudly. And yet again, I pressed that button.
Another poster fell at my feet. Scrawled upon this one was “think up a really good plot twist.”
“Don’t you see that’s exactly what I’ve been trying to do for the past hour?” I exploded, getting ready to stalk out. “That’s not a writing prompt at all! Dumb, dumb, machine, I am GETTING OUT of here…”
“Just one more time?” Cherry pleaded.
I relented. “Just one more time.”
This time, when I pressed the button, there was no whirring at all, just the scrambling of feet and the rustling of paper.
I patiently waited five minutes.
“Cherry?” I asked finally, climbing out.
She was bustling around with a piece of paper in front of her and a distraught look on her face. She jumped when she saw me.
“Cupcake, this is awful, but I ran out of ideas–I meant, the machine stopped working, and I lost the scissors–I meant, the machine lost it’s ability to produce posters, and honestly, I’ve wasted so much of your time playing this dumb little game with you and you must be so mad at me and–”
I said nothing, just dropped my jaw in awe and stared at her with a wild expression on my face.
“What is it this time?” Cherry asked.
“MAD at me! Oh, that’s it, Cherry, you’ve got it! Clara gets MAD at Reyne so she decides never to talk to her again! Oh, Cherry, you’ve saved my life! Thank you so much!”
How do you overcome writer’s block? Any WIPs you’re working on right now?
Hope you guys enjoyed that photostory! Cupcake is one of my favorite stuffies, and I had such fun with her personality while writing this. 🙂 Did I mention that it is slightly adapted from this and this?
Anyways, I have a request. My sister is participating in an art contest by the National Bible Bee, and the theme is to illustrate the word “Created.” If she wins, she gets a Bible Bee prize, so…
You could also vote for mine, but that would hardly be worth it. 😂😂😂 If you do end up voting for her, that is greatly appreciated!