The Internet is filled with so much gibberish about a Writer’s misery that discourages you to stop writing, rather than, penning down a few words and keeping your adrenaline pushing.

We are aware that it is the mind and not the actual words (on the Internet) that create the pain. Even in the case of a Writer’s Block.

Many a time, in my newsletter, have I mentioned it, and I bet it will keep coming until we discover the perfect mojo to avoid it totally. But alas, such a thing (mojo) rarely exists, and we face the Writer’s Block.

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I look at my laptop and it looks at me as if we were love-struck, and as lovers, who seldom utter a word in all consciousness, we stare to oblivion. This continues for a sharp 10 minutes, and I turn it off.

Yet another day has gone by. Wasted.

A few weeks back, as I was performing my evening prayers, an idea hit me to write an article about mindfulness. Two weeks later, I was seated in front of the Almighty, but, I was not praying. I was thinking about what to write.

When a spark of an idea can create an outrage to write, I fail to understand why I was unable to convert my idea into words.

Sometimes, I would turn on the laptop, three or four times a day and stare at the blank document. Sometimes, I would type a few words, and delete them. It wasn’t frustrating, but, I had accepted it to be a new habit.

But nature would spring a surprise. They say a surprise awaits you in any corner that you don’t expect things to come easy.

As I do my late-night walk across the block, I think about what to scribble. Maybe a 10-minute short report about my walk would do best for a start. Maybe, I can write about how I met a stranger, who would accompany me to my apartment. Maybe I could write about a depressed clown.

It worked, and it kept me going. More than 10 minutes later, I wrote and had something to read to my family. This process continued for a few days, and I realized something abstract.

It was all in my mind. All the while, I was pipe-dreaming about writing, without realizing the actual know-how. I realized it happens to the best ones among us. But, the difference lies in people who actually rivet their arse (a polite word for finding your base) to the seat, and then, WRITE.

If you fancy the thought of writing, then, you need an idea. An idea needs a genuine push.

We writers are akin to the old steam engines, which are fueled by coal. The fact remains that we continue to write as long as there is a single piece of coal to steam us. If we look deeper, we are a (coal) mine in abundance, and there is no dearth of words. If that wasn’t the case, there wouldn’t have been writers across the globe.

So, here am I writing this article.