COLUMN: Creative blocks leave no words

For those of us who choose to channel our energy with creative means, it can be very difficult to cope with life when a block hits.

For instance, this semester I have had very big issues with creative block. Last semester I never had this problem. I wrote every single day for three months. There was even a day when I filled 100 pages of a notebook in one sitting.

Now I have nothing as you have probably noticed by my spotty presence in this newspaper.

It’s not that I don’t want to write or have nothing to write about. It’s just that my muse decided to take an extended vacation and has not checked in for several months. These things happen and when they do you get silly columns like this or nothing at all.

I have heard people propose various solutions for creative block. I think these people are lying to themselves.

Then again, creative block can vary in intensity depending on the day. At worst, I can’t write a sentence without hating myself. At best, I can ramble on about nothing for 500 words, kind of like I’m doing right now.

There are plenty of issues I could write about. I could write about my various attempts to give up binge drinking since returning from France. I could write about how eating healthier is just fantastic for everyone and doesn’t require you to be a vegetarian or vegan.

I could write about how moderation is the best philosophy to live by. I could always beat the dead horse of my own creation known as “relationship advice.” On the other hand, I could write you a pretty long-winded explanation about why I’m actually the completely wrong person to take any kind of relationship advice from.

I could write about why I think creative pursuits should not be given quantitative grades. I could write about how much better the European system of university education is compared to ours.

I could write a very sexist, generalized column about how I think all men are liars and jerks, despite my occasional claims otherwise. That’s always pretty entertaining but I’m just not that cynical anymore. I would also have to include a list of exceptions and I’m too lazy to put such a thing together right now.

I could give people more fashion advice. After all, there’s always someone in desperate need of it and I just don’t understand why some people refuse to dress appropriately for their body type.

I could tell you why people who say they “hate history” infuriate me. I could explain my various theories regarding Vermillion’s penchant to make me feel like I’m living in the Twilight Zone.

Unfortunately, I have tried to write all of these columns today and none of them have made it past 300 words.
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So, I hope you have found this wretched attempt to create something entertaining and relatable and I appreciate you taking the time to read it.

Reach columnist Betsey Horton at [email protected].