Of Writer's Block, Dead Philosophers, and Melodrama

You know how writers say having writer's block is the worst? If you’ve hung around me long enough, you’ve heard me whine about my own WB’s, one of which lasted nearly seven years. I finally recovered and considered what philosophers preach: when you rise from a failure, you’re stronger, smarter, better than you were before. But what do they know? They’re mostly all dead.

To my point. You know what's worse than writer’s block? Spending half a day writing the best story you’ve ever written and very likely the best piece of writing you will EVER do, then losing it because the fk'ed up platform you were on (Stanford’s Canvas) and that you thought did auto-save does NOT auto-save (as every intelligent and sophisticated 21st century platform does). Thus, when you stepped away to grab lunch and returned, Canvas had booted you out and vanished your fifteen hundred plus golden words.

Kill me now.

Epilogue. After a six hour meltdown, I recovered enough to attempt a rewrite because, as the tattoo on my wrist reads, I am resilienza (Italian for resilient). The rewrite isn’t the best piece of writing I’ve ever done OR ever will do, but it’s pretty okay. Some day I’ll post it. And while I don’t know if it’s gospel, I have the words of an illustrious German philosopher burned into my brain. Burn it into yours. “That which does not kill us makes us stronger.”― Friedrich Nietzsche