January 24, 2003

By Michael Strickland

Hitting the Wall

Okay, I've officially hit the first wall on this ambitious, year-long journey of words. And it shows no sign of crumbling. I've spent the last hour or more hitting my head against the wall for some worthwhile subject to write about, and all I have is a headache.

Perhaps it has something to do with lack of external stimuli. I've been a hermit this week, having very little contact with the outside world. Actually, I suppose that's something of a mischaracterization—I've had several job interviews, have run lots of errands, even joined a new Star Trek club—but much of the week has been spent cloistered in my apartment, jacked into the Internet, researching the job and freelance writing markets. Even the television has been largely silent (which, I suppose, can't be all bad).

As a result, I'm getting a little stir-crazy. It's probably a natural part of the readjustment phase after dropping out of law school last week. My routine for the past four months was pretty rigid and intense. I saw the same classmates every weekday. My daily life had a certain rhythm—even if it was the thudding drums of a forced march. Now it's all freeform. Finger painting on a blank canvas. Serial music as life's soundtrack.

And I suppose, after spending the last six years with Michelle, I still haven't fully gotten used to living alone. It's not that I'm depressed, it's just strange. Too quiet. I find myself talking aloud for no reason, a quirk that Europa has seemingly picked up. She never used to be a vocal cat, but since I moved here, she meows all the time.

The solution to my cabin fever is movement. Activity. Action. Keep experiencing experiences. Let the stimuli stimulate. Don't stop long enough to gather moss. Case in point: While today's writing hasn't been my most eloquent, it has proven that the best way to tear down the wall of writer's block is to just... write.


©2003 Michael Strickland ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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I have long called myself a writer, but too often I don't do what a writer must do daily: write. So you, dear reader, are the beneficiary of my resolution to make a positive change in at least one area of my life. Every single day of this new year, I will write something, anything, and post it here. It is my intention to use this daily exercise to jump-start my too-long-dormant creative energies, and perhaps generate some worthwhile material this year. Hopefully you will find at least an occasional amusement or insight in my daily musings.

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1/22: War is Hell
Watching the Wheels
1/20: Bring on the Mayhem
1/19: Pigskin Ponderings
1/18: More Stupid Lawsuits
1/17: Finding My Passion
1/16: Gulf War Memories
1/15: Meet the New Boss
1/14: Man's Other Best Friend
1/13: Sea of Fire
1/12: Back to the Books
1/11: America's Finest Climate
1/10: Sunshine in a Bottle
1/9: What Would Jesus Drive?
1/8: Southwestern Sojourn
Wheel of Fortune
Class Warfare
1/5: Very Large Dream
The New Nuclear Age
Going Solo
New Year, Old Cave
1/1: All Things End

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