A writer's Block
A Writer's Block
by Korede Feyisitan
It was a Monday afternoon, October the first in Language Arts class. "On the sheet of paper I have given you, write down the bare bones of a something that happened in your lives," said our teacher Dr. M. "The main part of the story." It also had to have a problem. Of course everybody has problems in their lives, even me, but I just couldn't think about anything. I raised my hand and Dr. M came to my desk.
"What do I do if I can't think of anything," I asked.
"Just think of a time in your life when you had a problem," he said.
"But if I do that," I said, "it wouldn't be very good."
"It might be," he said.
I thought and thought and thought, but nothing came. It was like right when I was about to start writing my mind went blank. As if nothing was ever in that little head of mine. The whole class was almost done and I still couldn't come up with anything. "Well this is gonna take a while," I thought.
"I just need something," I thought. Something worth writing. I tapped my pencil on the table. Something interesting, funny. Something that everyone would want to know about, "C'mon Korede, think! Think!!!!"
Again. I thought and thought and thought and thought. Until something finally popped into my head.
Finally.
Maybe I could write about the story and problem that was right there and then. It could be an interesting story. I'm sure I could whip something up.
So I wrote the story you're reading now.
by Korede Feyisitan
It was a Monday afternoon, October the first in Language Arts class. "On the sheet of paper I have given you, write down the bare bones of a something that happened in your lives," said our teacher Dr. M. "The main part of the story." It also had to have a problem. Of course everybody has problems in their lives, even me, but I just couldn't think about anything. I raised my hand and Dr. M came to my desk.
"What do I do if I can't think of anything," I asked.
"Just think of a time in your life when you had a problem," he said.
"But if I do that," I said, "it wouldn't be very good."
"It might be," he said.
I thought and thought and thought, but nothing came. It was like right when I was about to start writing my mind went blank. As if nothing was ever in that little head of mine. The whole class was almost done and I still couldn't come up with anything. "Well this is gonna take a while," I thought.
"I just need something," I thought. Something worth writing. I tapped my pencil on the table. Something interesting, funny. Something that everyone would want to know about, "C'mon Korede, think! Think!!!!"
Again. I thought and thought and thought and thought. Until something finally popped into my head.
Finally.
Maybe I could write about the story and problem that was right there and then. It could be an interesting story. I'm sure I could whip something up.
So I wrote the story you're reading now.