Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Writer's block

Despite valiant effort, my recent writing has produced nothing worth posting. I've tried four times now to finish a post titled 'Fear is the mind killer' and have thus far failed consistently to present my points in anything resembling a clear concise manner.

So I shall place it on the back burner for another day.


Weetabix said...

How about this as a starting point:

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.

Or you could just call me a smartass and delete my comment. ;-)

Larry said...

I'm guessing that means that fear overpowers the mind's ability to think clearly? I'm further guessing that this has to do with self-defense and the importance of keeping one's fear at bay, to make it a servant rather than a master.
I'll be waiting for the final outcome.

Aaron said...

You're right, Larry. I think the problem I have with writing about is trying to relate my personal experiences with fear.

I got shot in both the first and second firefight I was involved in. As a result, I was convinced I'd die in the next one.

It's always hardest for me to write about things that really affected me.

Larry said...

Training, training, training.
This is why you went through so much mindless repetition in the USN. When the shite hit the fan your body would react as you had been trained to do while your brain was free to yammer about your head all it wanted to.
I had a friend in law enforcement (he's part of ICE now) that once put six .357 shots into a goblin's chest and never remembered pulling the trigger the first time. He says he never remembered clearing leather either, but he clearly remembered the goblin pulling the sawed-off out from under his coat.
The shrink was confused that he never lost any sleep over pulling the trigger, but would wake up in a cold sweat remembering the shotgun making it's appearance.