As I mentioned in a past post I have been having trouble writing simply because too much has been going on lately so here is what I did this weekend to get past my slump.
I heard somewhere that if the world stops making sense to you go talk to a five year old. I didn’t have a five year old at hand but my eleven year old brother happen to be building logos so I went right ahead and joined him.
I never give my brother any credit when it comes to games because up until recently he was a computer geek with very little imagination. But now my Mum started reinforcing the rule of no turning on any electronics and the most amazing thing happened he started playing.
this is basically what he was playing: Destroy the robot, then rebuild it.
At one point he made a zap sound and took the axe from his Lego and said. “Oh no the axe has been disintegrated, o maybe just teleported. I don’t know, maybe it will come back later.”
One thing I realized this weekend was that it was my choice weather or not what I made is good or bad.
So I simply looked at the rest of the weekend as an adventure where I didn’t know what would happen but I decided that I was going to enjoy myself.
Adventure sorta called that night when the power died even though my parents where gone for the night leaving the kids to cook for ourselves on the gas stove.
After this the war games started.
We started out by risking our friendships.
We where going to annihilate each other and I was starting with the disadvantage of starting last.
Lets meet the players.
In the end the game went on for so long I won simply because everyone else was quitting one at a time before either of them could defeat me.
Today we played the second war game. Putting emotional trauma aside this one was a lot more pain full.
So this was basically what we did this weekend, or at least this is what we did when I had my camera near.
It wasn’t so much what we did this weekend that makes me believe I can write again it is what I learned.
From playing Lego’s I learned that no idea is stupid if you can bring it to live in the right way.
From the black out I learned that you can’t always write in which case it is best to simply live your live so you can have something to write about tomorrow.
From our game of risk I learned that just by keeping yourself going you can, and will make it.
From our game of sword play I learned that sticks really can break your bones. More importantly though I learned from it that even though you lose one time you can try again and next time you will be the one to win.
I feel like I can write again. So now I only have one more piece of advice to share.
A fellow blogger named Blighted Echoes told me that
“You don’t have to write a novel today just a chapter. It’s easier to think of it in those terms so it’s not so overwhelming.”