I'm sitting at my computer and I can't seem to get myself to write. It's not that I don't want to write, I do. I just don't know where to start. I have at least half a dozen books filled with writing exercises next to my desk, but nothing seems give me the jolt I need. I've got writing tools galore. My image file, filled with weird photos and drawings I've collected, oozes story ideas. My word box is full of fascinating words I've accumulated that beg to be used in a piece. And of course there are the countless writing games designed by yours truly that are supposed to spark creativity, not squash it.
I think I need a major kick in the backside. Something drastic. Something huge. Something so gigantic that I won't be able to not write. Today is the day I resort to my most extreme measure: computer deprivation.
That's right. For the next 12 hours, I will not use the computer for anything. No email. No internet. No word processor. Nothing. I will even do something I never do when I am home; I will turn off the computer.
Today I will channel the creative vibes from writers living in the days of yore. I will do it the old-fashioned way: with pen and paper. If I need to do research, I won't resort to the almighty Google and its sidekick Wikipedia, I will get my behind out of my chair and walk to the library.
So this is it. The time-stamp on this post marks the beginning of my 12-hour marathon sans-computer. Adieu virtual world, hello real world. Here goes...