100 Days Project

Ben: 100 Writings / 100 Opening Guitar Hooks

various, random creative expressions / writings, inspired partially by 100 popular songs (songs that somewhat begin with a leading hook of a guitar.)

Day 50:

“Twice as Hard” (1990) by the Black Crowes

“Twice as Hard” (1990) by the Black Crowes


So I’m up to Day 50! But it’s becoming twice as hard.

Like all writers, I’ve recently been suffering from the Block. All my originals ideas have been accomplished or have failed – crashed and burned. Sometimes, luckily, something spontaneous comes up. Other times, I force that spontaneity and come up with zilch. Sometimes, I’ve rehashed a former idea successfully, rethinking it anew. Sometimes, I’ve rehashed a former idea and quickly realised why it was former in the first place.

The Word is all I really heard.

I can also tell that I’m repeating themes of my work, stuck in a phase. (If you’d notice, this entry is an echo of Day One.) I’m trying desperately to discover new ways to say the same things, not only for the reader’s sake, but for mine own, to learn new strategies and to get myself outta familiar territory.

The Page is the stage.

This project requires steadfast dedication, hence, isolation. I haven’t really left the house or gone out too often. Some mates of mine are even going to Fiji! But, I guess, thems the breaks, sweetheart, as writing is supposed to be this solitary experience, to shut events and people out. (All artists must suffer!!! LoL)

another Vowel; a pal

But part of me doesn’t mind, as writing has come easy to me, which is why I chose it for this project. For as far back as I can remember I always wanted to be a writer. I think it’s the most noblest of professions and from Homer to Hemingway, it’s never really changed. And with seeds of ideas blooming in my head constantly, it’s a vocation that’s natural, but that which I could only ever dreeeeeeeeeeam of doing professionally.

To Write is right

And while Charles Bukowski remains negative and Dylan Thomas is egging me on; And with half of ‘em in the bag already; And with devotion and complaining; the true satisfactions of this project have all been worth my fuss and bother … so far. Wish me well on the next fifty!

The Pen’s my friend.