Writers find their muses anywhere they can get. There are some moments in my life where the creative juices are a flowin’; my mind is like a Jamba Juice and I’m producing smoothies at an alarming rate. Other times, however, I’m at an absolute loss. I gape dumbfounded at a blank screen willing myself to write something weighty and worthy of publishing. Sadly, when I find the ‘right’ words they are, very much, in fact the wrong words, and they are quickly backspaced and my MacBook quickly resumes his staring.
At this juncture, I usually need to step away and relax and then come back to the page with a fresh start. This is where the Reggae and liquor come into play. My dad hosts an incredibly popular podcast by the name of “Rastaman Vibrations.” Truth be told I’ve never delved into the Reggae music scene until my dad began his podcast even though he’s been in love with the music since college. I wholly regret not diving into the genre sooner, but like a good cliché “better late than never.” However, I now find that Reggae music has become a regular inspiration in my writings. It uplifts my spirits and the cleverness in the lyrics ultimately inspires me to lift pen to paper.
Lately, I’ve been listening to Damian Marley’s “Welcome 2 Jamrock” and Superheavy’s eponymous album. Due to the immeasurable talent of A.R. Rahman, Superheavy not only encompasses wonderful Reggae tones it also has some splendid Indian beats. And, at the moment I’m listening to Ky-Mani Marley’s “Rub-a-Dub Soldier,” and even though my words may not be the most poetic or cohesive at least the block in the path of this writer has been momentarily shattered.
At other moments, even the most melodic and heart-wrenching tunes can’t crack my block, and something more heavy duty is required. As cliché as it sounds liquor does help a writer write. I would, of course, never recommend this to anyone (for obvious reasons), but for me the lowering of inhibitions, caused by inebriation, bequeaths a certain loquaciousness for me. I feel more true to self, and thus my inner thoughts, whether profound or not, find their way to my quill. Personally, I prefer rum– Bacardi or Sailor Jerry’s. It’s what I like to call my ‘safe liquor’ because sadly everyone has that one alcohol that makes you mope…and that’s no bueno for a writer. I’ve talked with other artists who use a similar method, but instead of a mixed drink they may have a glass of Moscato or a Guinness to loosen those pesky threads.
Nevertheless, everyone has their methods– some more iniquitous than others, such as myself, but for curiosities sake what do you do when writer’s block strikes? Do you have an outlet or a method that cracks this common ailment?