Working on Writer's Block

As you may be well aware I am suffering from writer's block. In an attempt to ease this obvious annoyance I sat down at my computer and began typing away at a simple idea that was lodged in my brain. The desired effect is that it will help to ease my annoying writer's block and allow me to continue to work on my novel. And while I am still struggling to get past this hump, here is the end result of my attempt to ease the stupidity that is writer's block! Enjoy

What was she to do? Elizabeth’s mind was awhirl as she hastily made her way towards the exit of the Wilkinson center. Her date for the dance, Steven Lawrence, had quite abandoned her, in favor of a pretty brunette he recognized from his Organic Chemistry class. The two had struck up a conversation and, she had been quite forgotten. However, this was not the reason for her hasty, and frantic, search for a means of escape. No, indeed, Elizabeth sought reprieve from the constant gaze and unfriendly advances of a certain Alexander Collins. The man was positively repulsive with his grease slicked hair and this spattering of brow sweat. Elizabeth inwardly shuddered at the last meeting they had shared. Out of kindness she had accepted his invitation to dance. The end result of said dance was the slimy feeling that remained on her hands and the bruised her toes suffered from his constant oafishness. And since that time, Alexander had developed an unhealthy fascination with her. More than once he professed his undying attraction to her and hopes that they could one day enter into a fortuitous union together. As kindly as she could, she tried to dissuade such advances, but the poor man seemed quite determined in his regard for her.


And tonight was no different. He had noticed her entrance and had more than once sought to obtain a dance request from her. Thankfully, her date had initially claimed her attention for the first hour, until his eyes had come across the beautiful brunette. It was then that Elizabeth was left alone to fend for herself, and Alexander knew it. More than once she spied him trying to make his way across the crowded room towards, her. Mercifully she was able to avoid him on several occasions, without it appearing as though she was deliberately running from the poor guy. However, after several successful attempts at avoiding the odious man, he seemed to have caught onto her game and was now planning his moves around hers. He was certain to catch up to Elizabeth in the next few dances. She needed to make her escape and make it now. Edging slowly towards the door, her eyes never stopped scanning the room, always wary of Alexander’s whereabouts. She didn’t want to alert him of her intention of abandon the merriment, lest he follow her to the much more secluded parking lot.

However, it was in this desperate searching for any signs of her dreaded beau, that Elizabeth bumped into a very solid form. Nearly losing her balance, a pair of arms encircled her waist and steadied her. A blush of mortification lit her cheeks as she looked up to her savior. She had to refrain from allowing her jaw to drop in amazement, for before her stood one of the most good looking men she had ever come across. He was tall with a strong muscular build. Dark ebony locks gently rested upon a pale brow and large green eyes glittered back at her. Their depths portrayed amusement and obvious annoyance at her rather clumsy greeting.

“I-I’m so sorry,” She stammered pushing herself away from his strong arms, “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going and I-well I’m sorry for that.”

The man raised an eyebrow at her, “Yes I could see that from your obvious lack of attention to the objects that were directly in front of you. However, it did seem rather odd that you were gazing behind you as you were moving. Tell me, are you avoiding anyone here perchance?” He smirked at her, his eyes dancing.

The blush on Elizabeth’s cheeks deepened, “I, uh, well…” she trailed off unsure of how to answer the question without completely embarrassing herself. The man only laughed at her discomfort.

“It is as I thought then?” He chuckled and his smirk developed into a full blown grin. Elizabeth felt incredibly stupid, and annoyed at his obvious amusement at her expense.

“Yes well it doesn’t really matter,” she huffed, “It’s not like it’s any of your business anyway.” She sent him a glare.

The man’s grin returned to the former smirk, “Yes well however true that may be, it is still unfair for a young woman to run into someone and not have any explanation as to why they were so reckless and rude.”

Elizabeth’s eye twitched in annoyance, “I wasn’t trying to be rude!” she ground out, her eyes narrowing in annoyance, “I just didn’t think I had to explain myself to you.”

“Well more often than not, people would consider that quite a rude gesture, especially since we both know that you were in the process of avoiding someone,” The man’s eyes narrowed at her, “It would seem that you are rude in more than one way tonight.”

Anger bubbled inside of Elizabeth. How dare he! The insufferably conceited and rude man! She took a deep breath to calm her building annoyance, lest she say something truly unkind to this complete stranger.

“Well as enjoyable as this conversation has been, I’m afraid that I must be going,” She retorted moving past him. He did not try to stop her, but stood watching as she walked by.

“There you are Elizabeth!” the sweaty hand of Alexander latched onto her wrist, “I thought I’d never find you!”

Elizabeth’s heart started pounding and a surge of fear coursed through her veins. She had been caught! How was she going to get away now!

“Uh, hello Alexander,” she murmured, not meeting his gaze. In truth she was afraid of what she would find there, “I was actually just going to uh-“

“She was just going to use the restroom.”He

Elizabeth’s eyes widened in shock and she gazed back towards the man, who only a moment ago, had ridiculed her behavior towards him. He stood, his gaze fixed on Alexander, a clear look of disdain coloring his features.

“Elizabeth you know Will?” Alexander remarked, clearly stunned.

Elizabeth returned her gaze to her nemesis and noted and he clearly looked uncomfortable. A new sheen of sweat was encasing his brow and he seemed a few shades paler than before.

“Yes,” was Will’s clipped reply. “We’ve known each other for quite some time now and I happened to bump into her here tonight. We got to talking, until Elizabeth excused herself to use to the restroom.” He sent Alexander a hard look, and the grip on Elizabeth’s wrist loosened.

“Oh uh sorry for that Elizabeth I didn’t mean to distract you from making your way to the restroom,” Alexander murmured gazing at her apologetically. Then his eyes glittered with a desperate hope, “Perhaps when you get back you might be willing to share the next dance with me?”

Dread flooded Elizabeth. Now that she was standing before him, she couldn’t bring herself to lie to his face. She’d have to accept his offer.

“Actually she promised me the next few dances Alex,” Will remarked coolly. Once again Elizabeth was stunned at the man’s forward behavior. But Elizabeth did not question his motives at the moment. Instead she readily agreed with Will’s remark.

“Yes I did agree to that. I’m sorry Alexander,” She mumbled quietly.

Alexander appeared completely dejected and a little angry at the turn of events. He huffed in annoyance and gave Elizabeth a hard look, though he refrained from making eye contact with Will. “Well maybe I’ll see you around and we’ll be able to dance then?”

“Uh, sure Alex,” Elizabeth replied. With a curt nod, Alexander hastily retreated from the two. Elizabeth stared in complete shock and confusion after his retreating form. What had just happened.

A chuckled resounded from behind her and she turned to face Will, “If I had known that it was Alex that you were trying to avoid I would have never have been so harsh on you before,” he remarked sending her his familiar smirk.

Elizabeth was puzzled, “How, how do you two know each other?” she questioned, “And why did you help me?”

Will’s gazed hardened again, “Our acquaintance, I’m afraid isn’t the most pleasant one. But, I do not wish to discuss that with you. Perhaps one day we might.” He countenance then lightened. He smiled at her, “And as for my motives for helping you? Well, let’s say it is partially pity and partially for my own selfish purposes.”

“Oh?” She remarked still quite confused, “What reasons are those?”

Will’s grin widened, “Well I just secured myself a date for the next few minutes did I not? And a rather pretty one at that.”

The blush returned to Elizabeth’s cheeks, but she couldn’t help but smile in return, “Indeed you did.” She replied shaking her head, “But may I know with whom I will be spending the next little while with?”

“Did you not hear Alex? My name is Will,” he laughed, and his emerald eyes danced in amusement.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes in response to this statement, “I meant your full name you dunce!”

“It’s William Darcy actually,” he chuckled smiling at her, “And you might be?”

“Elizabeth Bennett,” was her simply reply.

A Unique Discovery

I admit that I am slow to get my chapter up and running. I am struggling with my writer's block currently and it is aggravating. But, while watching "Prince of Perisa" tonight I have come to a discovery: my theory of time travel in my novel is actually one that is not unique. In fact it is quite an intelligent theory that I've concoted for my story; one that even Stephen Hawking was theorizing! How amazing is that!

My theory for my novel is that despite the fact that Adam can travel back in time, he cannot alter the events of the past. He cannot change the course because it is already set in stone. He is merely a spectator in the events of the whole span of history; living it but never really participating, in a way.

So, I started to do some research on the "Grandfather Paradox" and the "Predestination Paradox" as they are called and came upon some great information. Here is the link to Wikipedia that explains my theory a little better and far more intelligent than I can!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grandfather_paradox

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Predestination_paradox

After reading and investigating my theory in great detail, I can gradually feel my writer's block slipping and inspiration taking root again. My mind is now abuzz with many thoughts and theories and ideas to add to my novel. It is inspiring and a great relief to be able to see the thoughts and ideas that have been stewing in my head come together, especially since I've been struggling to piece together the difficult passages and thoughts that have been swirling around in my head.

Now, my next task will be to finish this blasted chapter before it literally rips my thoughts to shreds with it's incessant pounding on my imagination, begging me to release  it onto paper! Wish me the best of luck my dear readers, whoever you are!