Sunday, October 08, 2006

Aaarrrggggghhhh!


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.

3 comments:

Serena Joy said...

Welcome to the club. I have a big-time case of WB myself. And I think Mark Foley got my muse.

RexZeitgeist said...

And you wonder why my blog is 90% visual......You can't get picture block, althought I have came close many times....

I am a good writer, that is I can do a paper and get a 4.0.....After my 1st graded paper in college (which was a F) I got 20 4.0 in a row on major papers....but when it comes to writing fiction, I just draw a blank or hit a wall or whatever way you want to put it....

And that is odd, because when I was a a kid, I could write fiction all day long....now its like trying to pour frozen syrup over pancakes.....it just won't come out of the bottle....


I need one of those squeeze caps thingys...

Gal said...

Someone once asked the poet William Stafford what he did when he got writer's block. He replied, "I lower my standards."

I even got a full page done last night before I realized it was babbling pointless crap.

It sounds like you don't have writer's block, but good writing block. No one can get a hit--let alone hit a homerun--everytime they get up to the plate. Sometimes you strike out, pop out or hit into a double play. I think the key is to keep batting.