It likes attempting to get through the Lincoln Tunnel during rush hour traffic. The five o’clock hour hits and the tunnel is backed up for miles with bright headlights, illuminated brake lights, impatient drivers, and bumper to bumper traffic. Each driver has a goal in mind: a destination they would like to reach. But instead, they are stuck in the tunnel staring at the license plate ahead of them.
This is what writer’s block feels like to me. I feel like the driver sitting behind the wheel and staring straight ahead while counting the cars in line ahead of me. It’s frustrating beyond belief as my foot presses down on the brake and wishes to move a bit to the left.
The neurons are firing but the words won’t come and the thoughts are unintelligible. My fingers wish to stroke the keys but are left without a road map. I’ll turn to pen and paper but find myself doodling in the upper left hand corner of the page.
There is nothing left to do but wait it out.
Similar to the rush hour traffic, the congestion and frustration will soon clear up. The cars, just like the thoughts, will start to flow again. In the meantime, take some time to watch a funny T.V. show, go for a run, or relax with friends.
