It is a difficult life for those who live by the muse. Be it for an artist or a writer, the creative muse is whimsical, volatile. It takes a while to tame her, and just when you thought you have her captive you realize she is gone. I have seen many a blog post rambling about writer’s block and shaken my head in absolute empathy.
But I wonder if the masters who produced art so copiously like Da Vinci or Shakespeare spent much time twisting their hands into knots, not being able to put their vision into words or images, or perhaps had lost their creative vision altogether.
This blocked muse seems to affect saints as well….here are Mother Teresa’s words on her loss of faith:
I call, I cling, I want — and there is no One to answer — no One on Whom I can cling — no, No One. — Alone … Where is my Faith — even deep down right in there is nothing, but emptiness & darkness — My God — how painful is this unknown pain — I have no Faith — I dare not utter the words & thoughts that crowd in my heart — & make me suffer untold agony.
To me this empty darkness is very similar to what I face when I have a crisis in my admittedly poor writing.
What do you do when you have a writer’s block?
P.S.:
On a humorous note(It is the humor of the desperate, though), I would like to add this link, kindly given to me by Sam on how a lot of people cope with writer’s block!
