By Kat Garcia (High~Food~Rejection)
"Oh no", Wade cried- loud enough to cause his wife to jump up and come into the office.
Sydney came in looking worried. "What is wrong?" She saw Wade sitting there, staring at the monitor and suddenly she thought she knew why. He must be balancing the check book. So she launched into a quick apology. He was still staring at the blank screen. Frozen and looking confused.
In the background, Sydney's voice continued "...and i'm sorry but there was this huge sale and I've been waiting all year...remember I mentioned it last December? Anyway I know I went over what I was supposed to but I couldn't pass it up and you should see the deals, oh and the different colors I got..."
...and on she went. It didn't even seem like she had taken a breath yet.
Wade was aware she was speaking but he wasn't able to respond.
"Say something!"
Wade kept staring at the computer in a daze. He put his hands over his face and leaned forward. He sat so still he reminded her of the sculpture 'The Thinker' by Rodin . He had heard Sydney, but couldn't put words around what he was experiencing yet. It was some type of powerful internal struggle.
It was an easy enough task. All Wade had to do was incorporate the three words that were provided in a fiction story. A story about anything he wanted (as long as it wasn't X-Rated). This was for a creative writing class he had started attending. That was the primary objective. He was required to use the three words. The words he needed to use were: high, food and rejection. Usually something just popped in and he started to type. Something, this week, had changed.
Wade had gotten the new task last Thursday, and six days later he still had nothing typed. Every time he sat down, he would get distracted by something else while he thought of an idea. He even attempted twice writing what he thought were good plots and after he spent the whole day trying to tie it up, the story would fail. Then he would have to start over.
Sydney asked him again, this time with a more worried tone building to a pitch that was somewhere between mad and scared. Wade didn't know what to say.
That was it...Wade thought to himself. He did not know what to say. That was the core of the issue. He had heard about this. He had read about this. He had watched other people, writers mostly, go through this. But him? Wade had never been at a loss for words. He looked at Sydney and said "Writer's Block. I have Writer's Block. Well, now that I've identified the issue, how do I get rid of it?" Sydney laughed and said as she walked away, "If you figure that out, you need to write your OWN book!" He smiled and thought that was a great idea. He smiled as Sydney started to walk out of the room. He yelled as she walked away, "By the way, thanks for the shopping confession
Sydney." She didn't answer, she just closed the door to his office.
"Oh no", Wade cried- loud enough to cause his wife to jump up and come into the office.
Sydney came in looking worried. "What is wrong?" She saw Wade sitting there, staring at the monitor and suddenly she thought she knew why. He must be balancing the check book. So she launched into a quick apology. He was still staring at the blank screen. Frozen and looking confused.
In the background, Sydney's voice continued "...and i'm sorry but there was this huge sale and I've been waiting all year...remember I mentioned it last December? Anyway I know I went over what I was supposed to but I couldn't pass it up and you should see the deals, oh and the different colors I got..."
...and on she went. It didn't even seem like she had taken a breath yet.
Wade was aware she was speaking but he wasn't able to respond.
"Say something!"
Wade kept staring at the computer in a daze. He put his hands over his face and leaned forward. He sat so still he reminded her of the sculpture 'The Thinker' by Rodin . He had heard Sydney, but couldn't put words around what he was experiencing yet. It was some type of powerful internal struggle.
It was an easy enough task. All Wade had to do was incorporate the three words that were provided in a fiction story. A story about anything he wanted (as long as it wasn't X-Rated). This was for a creative writing class he had started attending. That was the primary objective. He was required to use the three words. The words he needed to use were: high, food and rejection. Usually something just popped in and he started to type. Something, this week, had changed.
Wade had gotten the new task last Thursday, and six days later he still had nothing typed. Every time he sat down, he would get distracted by something else while he thought of an idea. He even attempted twice writing what he thought were good plots and after he spent the whole day trying to tie it up, the story would fail. Then he would have to start over.
Sydney asked him again, this time with a more worried tone building to a pitch that was somewhere between mad and scared. Wade didn't know what to say.
That was it...Wade thought to himself. He did not know what to say. That was the core of the issue. He had heard about this. He had read about this. He had watched other people, writers mostly, go through this. But him? Wade had never been at a loss for words. He looked at Sydney and said "Writer's Block. I have Writer's Block. Well, now that I've identified the issue, how do I get rid of it?" Sydney laughed and said as she walked away, "If you figure that out, you need to write your OWN book!" He smiled and thought that was a great idea. He smiled as Sydney started to walk out of the room. He yelled as she walked away, "By the way, thanks for the shopping confession
Sydney." She didn't answer, she just closed the door to his office.