{"id":3337,"date":"2015-07-09T07:00:35","date_gmt":"2015-07-09T14:00:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/?p=3337"},"modified":"2015-07-08T20:03:26","modified_gmt":"2015-07-09T03:03:26","slug":"something-from-the-twilight-zone","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/something-from-the-twilight-zone\/","title":{"rendered":". . . something from The Twilight Zone . . ."},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Guest Blogger Steve Fisher writes. . . (and I love it) . . .<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Writing. We love it; we hate it. Anyone who has put pen to paper, or in this modern age, fingers to keyboards, understands that sentiment. It\u2019s a process both joyous and painful. When it works\u2014that is, when our brain clicks into gear and coherent thoughts manage to escape the gray matter\u2014there\u2019s no more exciting feeling. When emotions actually materialize on the page, or screen, leaving you feeling drained in the best of ways, it\u2019s the best of all possible worlds.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">On a rare occasion I have found myself laughing at something one of my characters said or crying because of something they did. And I didn\u2019t feel like the mystical God creating those words or actions that I was at that moment. Once, I actually walked out my door and ran into my characters. People who seemed like mirror images of what I had just written. It was like something from <em>The Twilight Zone. <\/em>And it was glorious.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">But there are also the times that can only be described as writer\u2019s hell. When the dreaded BLOCK forms. There is no worse feeling of helplessness. No one to call or text or email with a magical solution. It hits us all\u2014the newbie and the pro. We go for runs or walks or drives, we drink, we turn to mind-altering substances of dubious legality. Yet none of that works.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Ironically, the secret cure is within each and every one of us, and it\u2019s very simple. Write. Write anything. Don\u2019t worry about whether it\u2019s good or bad. Don\u2019t evaluate it for worthiness. As in the old Nike ads, just do it. You may end up eventually deleting most of it, but it may just be the jump start you need to write something you\u2019ll read later and say, \u201cWow! Who wrote this?!!\u201d In a good way.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/07\/Steve-Fisher.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\" size-full wp-image-3338 alignleft\" src=\"http:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/07\/Steve-Fisher.jpg\" alt=\"Steve Fisher\" width=\"180\" height=\"178\" align=\"left\" \/><\/a>\u00a0Steve Fisher has written for television, film, stage and print for more than 3 decades. He sleeps in formaldehyde to keep his youthful good looks.<\/p>\n<p><em><strong>Marlene&#8217;s musings<\/strong>: &#8220;Like something from The Twilight Zone.&#8221;\u00a0 Steve Fisher writes what I think. How did he do that?\u00a0 I&#8217;ve never even met him . . . cue The Twilight Zone theme song . . . Like he says . . .\u00a0 Just write!<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Guest Blogger Steve Fisher writes. . . (and I love it) . . . Writing. 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