By Joe

EDIT: Inspired by a physical manifestation of a writer’s block I saw in a comic strip once (I just can’t remember what comic it was).

Vincent ended his sentence, put down the pen, and sighed contentedly. He picked up a new hobby a few months ago, writing about nearly everything that came into his head, and getting better with each piece he wrote. I should have started this sooner–if I’d known it was this relaxing, I’d never have taken up shooting, although that’s fun in a different way too, he thought to himself. His guns were only occasionally used now, mostly to take care of the odd pest that dared intrude upon his privacy, like Skyeye. Most of the time, he was either working on another piece, taking note of story ideas he’d come up with (a whole wall of his room was covered with story ideas in the form of Post-It notes), or going about his daily business–only now he was more observant than usual, trying to get ideas for stories from anything he came across. At least I’m doing something other than moping about now.

His days as a budding writer went on like this for quite some time, until one day, Vincent woke up to find a large block placed on his desk. He carefully examined it, but he could not tell what it was made of: all he knew was that it was colorless, and that he could not lift it off his desk. How am I going to write now? Nonetheless, he employed different methods of dealing with the block: he tried to remove it (crowbar, lubricants, shouting at it), he tried writing somewhere else (inexplicably, he found himself unable to write down the ideas he had in his head), writing on the block (this time, he found himself able to write but with no good things to write about), bribing it, and waiting for it to go away. Needless to say, none of them worked (especially the bribing), which left Vincent quite irritable. His irritability eventually gave way to disappointment, and decided to put writing out of his head for good. It’s no use, I can’t keep this up anymore. I may as well go back to picking on Skyeye.

So he went about his life as usual before he started writing: maintaining his marskmanship, increasing Skyeye’s blood pressure, working for Square Enix as Vincent Valentine’s stunt double–the usual. Over time, he began to forget about the block on his desk that ended his fledgling writing career, and began to shift his focus on to other creative exploits. He was unable to find anything that held his attention as much as writing did, however, but he did not notice this, having put writing out of his head. Writing suddenly caught his attention when, after seemingly turning Skyeye’s Zaku model kit collection in to a lump of melted plastic (he was filming an audition tape for Punk’d), he noticed that the block that had been on his desk for so long was finally gone. Scarcely believing what he saw, yet hoping it was true, he went closer to his desk, confirming his hopes that the block was well and truly gone. Pulling up a chair, he began to write about something that had just occurred to him, and as he continued to write, he could feel his skill returning to him–true, he was rusty from not writing for so long, but he knew that deep down, it would only be a matter of time before his writing skill surpassed his previous level.

Moral of the story: If you have writer’s block, don’t worry. It won’t last forever, so just wait it out.


3 Responses to “Why Vincent’s Been Gone”

  1. February 10, 2008 at 7:42 pm

    Haha. I like the idea about the writer’s block. šŸ˜›

  2. 2 Joe
    February 11, 2008 at 1:55 pm

    Wait, gotta edit it. Got that from somewhere. šŸ˜›

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