Sunday, October 08, 2006
It is here. I knew it would come eventually, but I did not know exactly when. It has been with me all weekend and laughing at me. It taunts me with fleeting moments of inspiration too short to act upon. Writer’s Block is its name and I really am tired of its company.
I have not updated all weekend and I realize that. I am sorry, very sorry for that, but it is not due to a lack of trying. I even got a full page done last night before I realized it was babbling pointless crap. WB is kicking my ass this weekend and it is really painful.
How do you beat this demon? Is there a trick to it or is it more like a storm that you just must ride out. If it is a like a storm then that means it will end soon, right?
I could write yet another story about Mark Foley. It doesn’t take any real talent or thought to write on that one again, but I am bored of the subject and have already written more than I wanted to on it. It is just that it writes itself. It is perfect for my sarcastic writing style. I am so stuck.
I think I am going to search for my muse. She is out there somewhere and I think only she can beat the WB. Not the former network, the wall blocking my writing ability from flowing. The damn dam.