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Guest Post by Stephen Toulouse: Sometimes the Words Hide

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This is a guest post by Stephen “Stepto” Toulouse. Stepto has worked for HBO, is the former banhammer at Xbox, and knows a thing or two about online communities and computer safety. He is an author, comedian, and leader of The Steptos.

He made a comedy album you can get on Bandcamp (cheapest option), iTunes or Amazon and wrote a book called A Microsoft Life. He blogs at Stepto.com.

Sometimes the words hide.

At first, I didn’t know what I was looking at. In my lower field of vision was dark blue, in the upper third a soft taupe. In the middle, in my near field, a round spot of black surrounded by tan, with a beautiful ring of light brown inside of it. Something pink, and I could hear breathing? Wait. I had just been in a shuttle hadn’t I? Atmo was out along with gravity and I was struggling to orient myself in freefall to get to a control panel. Was that the breathing?What was I looking at?

Those wisps of sleep-thought dissipated instantly, wiped into my brain’s incinerator with one swipe of a dog’s tongue across my face. My dog, Basil Hayden. It was morning, he was at the side of the bed expectantly looking at me. Important dog things needed doing with my supervision, and I dared be slow to wake, and ponderous.

The dream clung at me somewhat, staying with me even as with each waking moment it became more ephemeral and shifty. I was in trouble? Was it in space or an airplane? I could remember feelings even as the details left. I went through my morning routine twisting over it.

There were words there, I kept thinking, there was a story there. Just the thing I needed to break through some fog I had been having around tying up a variety of writing.

We all get writer’s block in some form. Sometimes nothing comes. Sometimes writer’s block can take the form of lots of things get put on paper but none good or satisfying.

Sometimes the words hide.

Every writer has their way of dealing with it. You can play their game and go looking for those words. You can sit on the couch, watch a film and refuse to give into their demands to be found so that they  come crawling back to you. You can bribe them, be stern with them, even attempt a “no strings attached” hang out with them. But they will, in the end, do as they please.

Our terror is that they are gone forever. Like an insomniac who fears they will never sleep again we push that fear back, knowing that adrenaline will only make the problem worse.

My words had been hiding lately, that morning when I got up. I’m more of a “I refuse to play your game” type of writer and am content to wait in panicked patience for them to shuffle back. When they came back I dutifully stopped what I was doing and gathered them around me.

“Don’t hide again!” I said. “I need you!”

“We won’t.” they replied, “until next time.”

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5 February, 2015 Stephen Toulouse

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3 thoughts on “Guest Post by Stephen Toulouse: Sometimes the Words Hide”

  1. Jalania Jahnierre says:
    5 February, 2015 at 1:28 pm

    Oh how I can relate to this post! Thank you for allowing us a glimpse inside your mind and reassuring me that I am not the only one in the game.

  2. Karen Naylor says:
    5 February, 2015 at 10:26 pm

    Not finding words and having your words fall on you faster than you can write are both hard on a writer. I try to have paper and pens everywhere , and it works well until something needs to be put down desperately to the point I am sweating. Where is the paper and pens then? I really enjoyed reading your post, and am looking forward to more and to ‘meeting’ all the people writing for Wil. Am not sure why he asked you all, but he is such a nice guy and seems to think of others a lot and knows a lot of us enjoy his posts. May you always find the words you want to write. Karen Naylor

  3. L says:
    7 February, 2015 at 11:35 am

    you know, i feel my own words, at least of the written variety, are coming easier these days. now it is just about having the courage to share them. i miss your blog, but hope y’all had a great time on the cruise. come back soon…. 🙂

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