If you had to imagine it, imagine this long tunnel. It's a lovely tunnel, cement and sturdy. There is a scenic view around it, a nice hillside, trees, grass, blue skies, and funny looking clouds. You have to walk through the tunnel to get through the writers block. Okay, easy enough. I just have to walk through this tunnel. But no, it's not that easy. Inside this tunnel is jello. The kind that's been in your fridge cooling for at least 5 hours, so you know it's solidified. Now you have to walk through this tunnel full of jello, and I'm not saying that I've walked through hello before, but let's be realistic: walking through a tunnel full of jello would be difficult. And this jello is just jello, it's yellow jello. The hardest of jello's to walk through. I'll show you why yellow jello is the worst of jello's.
Last year in my English class I read this short story called "The Yellow Wallpaper". It was one of those short stories you read that basically haunt you the rest of your life. In any way, I absolutley loved it. The winter time you keep asking yourself, why does it matter that the wallpaper is yellow? When you feel like you can finally answer the question, it's bone chilling.
Here is a link to the story: http://ebookbrowsee.net/gilman-the-yellow-wallpaper-pdf-d291586945
I strive to write a short story of the sorts that kids read in their English class and get haunted by. Haunted in the best of ways of course, it stays with you in a nice proximity. You don't overly think about it, but it's there when you need something to chew on, or even to guide you.
I feel as if speaking in details of my writers block has brought me halfway through this yellow jello tunnel. I can only wait to see what's on the other side.
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