In trying to write tonight, I came up with a name and just started typing. Sometimes that works for me and from out of nowhere a story will pop up and even I will be surprised where it goes. Tonight, however, was not that serendipitous of a situation. I had the name. I did the typing. Yet in a few short sentences I realized that I had nothing else to go on and the idea died. So I did what every writer would do...I gave up.
I deleted the sentences I typed and started all over. CTRL +A and Delete, the modern version of balling up paper and tossing it at the wastebasket. With a fresh start I wrote out the name and immediately another idea came streaming through my fingers. And again, it died after just a few sentences. I tried pushing it, tried coming up with the next sentence, the next word, the next letter. The harder I pushed, the more my creative juices dried up. Finally I chucked the story into that metaphorical wastebasket and started anew.
It went like that for awhile, until the frustration and draw of sleep began to diminish my desire to beat the block. I feel like I tried everything and nothing worked so maybe that means that I don't need to write a story about this name.
...or maybe it's going to be a great story but I just need to work harder at finding just what story little Benna belongs to.
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