Writer's Block

Act I : The Cry of the Legend

less anyone knows about the cruelty of a writer's block.

on the surface, it is just a trivial syndrome any writer would face at some point of time in their life; even the legends had this problem.

but what if it persists???

could be worse than the most painful thing on earth. worse than a break-up with your loved one.

it will leave you paralyzed.

and its one month to two years since i wrote a complete full page.

bedridden for the past ten months. nervous breakdown. severe headache. doctor gave some name for it. remembering that gave more headache.

i really don’t know which leads what?

tried exploring new things by frequent traveling in the virtual world. romance, action, comedy  all the hell i tried. but nothing shaped well.

the crumpled papers and cigarette butts increased day by day. and now its unable to know the color of my carpet.

sometimes i seriously doubt whether it was me who wrote the best seller three years before.

oh god... i lost that momentum...   i lost the charm of writing.

but i desperately want to repeat that magic.

will this be the end of my career? then it will be the end of my life as well.

i was just thinking how it started.

was it that previous huge success that succumbed me like this?

or the continuous demand from the publisher for new stories drained out all my creativity?

or its the fellow writers who continuously proving they are better than the best?

or i'm done with what i'm capable of?

or this is the end of the world?

what the hell is going wrong?

Act II : The Sin of the Legend

finally when the publishers came with a murkier idea that all i have to do is lend my name to a story written by some anonymous writer, i helled with them.

how dare they can ask me to be a plagiarist? heights of insanity.

am i that worse?

definitely not. i can live in this hell, i replied them, actually tipped them.

they realized i want to live still. they came back with a life threat. i agreed and outsourced my name.

why blame them. its the lust for pride that induces to accept the proposal.

within week, the verdict was out. this book will be the best seller of the year.

but within another week, the owner of the story came out from the den and declared me as a pirate and filed a suit against the publisher and myself.

week 3 passed. the publisher's smile revealed that this is their gimmick to make the book a bigger winner than this. they just dont want to stop with what it is now? but they supported me.

week 4. the book was declared as the best seller of the year.

week 5. the original writer committed suicide. and the publishers gave that sheepish smile again.

week 6. i suffered from a disease called guiltiness much worse than writer's block. chronic insomnia added to the prevailing woes. lack of sleep is lack of life. thereafter i spent most of my time in tears of remorse.


and after week 6 i never recovered.

Act III : The Memoir of the  Legend

And after week 6 he never recovered.


I made my mind to end it this way. 

I named it Writer’s Block - dedicated to 'the legend' and decided to publish it myself at any cost.

The added tag ‘Based on a True Story’ proved enough to bring that infamous dark publisher to the light of justice.

And it turned out to be the best seller of the year.

THE END

and that was 3 years before,
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now its one month to two years since I wrote a complete full page.
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less anyone knows about the cruelty of Writer’s block.