Writers Block Or Just Plain “Nothing”?

It’s been a while since I’ve vented and/or had an honest conversation on here. So … here goes. Grind your gears, everybody.

Alright … so …

You all are meeting an individual that has never experienced Writers Block. So, since I never have, I dunno what it’s suppose to feel like.

Funny enough, I hear about it all the time, but it’s always mentioned in sort of a generalize manner. Kind of like: “Oh man, I have such a bad case of Writers Block!” or “This Writers Block is killing me, I can’t complete my novel.”

 All the while, I’m sitting here sort of like …

What is this “Writers Block” you speak of?

I guess, what I’m trying to say is that I would love an explanation of what it’s like so that I can utilize that information in order to determine whether or not that’s what I’m currently experiencing.

In laymen terms:

What’s Writers Block FEEL like?

Here’s the dilemma …

As of late I’ve been encountering this sort of “emptiness”, I guess is the best word to describe it. Like, there is just NOTHING THERE. Typically when I’m writing, whatever story I’m working on plays like a movie reel in my mind enabling me to see everything clearly. So, all I have to do is put on paper what I see in my mind’s eye. Easy-peasy, right? Right!

Oh, but wait …!

WRONG!

Because lately, whenever I sit in front of the computer and ready myself to see the mental movie, NOTHING IS THERE! Like, is my mental TV broken or something? Shoot, I dunno!

Ah wait, for the plot thickens.

All of this is further complicated by the fact I actually KNOW what I’d LIKE to write … in a “almost, kind’a sort’a, just about” sort of way. That is to say, I have a general idea of WHAT I SHOULD be writing. It’s just that “film” is coming up blank and the words aren’t there either.

Further elaborating on the analogy of the “movie”, here is what I see whenever I try to write.

Are you ready?

And, even THAT has fuzz, which is a step up from where I’m at.

It’s a terrible, terrible feeling because this emptiness seems to be consuming me. And the chasm is just getting deeper and deeper. I can’t see a way through it. I mean, how can I get past and through nothing in order to come out towards the miraculous light on the other side?

I WANT to be able to write something, but the cipher is still there, eating away at my words and the images, that on a normal basis, are as real to me as anything of value.

What happens when your words are your conduit, yet they aren’t there?

Someone, anyone, help?!