I have writer's block. I don't want to write for NaNo, and I can't think of anything to write about today. On Friday, I wrote a blog entry, and I thought it was pretty good. But I doubt many people even read it.
And the kicker was that I was on a writing role, having taken the day off, and my husband came home early. Son-of-a-bitch. I probably would have written two additional blog entries, plus another 3,000 words for NaNo. Son-of-a-bitch.
There are times when I just want to sit at home and write. And it got ruined.
Part of the reason I was a bit bummed is that I have been a bit depressed lately, and my writing has suffered. It seemed, on Friday, that this changed. But after the interruption – okay, there were a couple of very pleasant orgasms as a part of the interruption – I could not write again. At the time, I sort of didn't care, but here it is Monday and I have nothing to write about.
Someone told me to write about football. Like I can contribute to a conversation about football. I don't really watch football. When I was in high school, I attended games, and the games were more of a social event than a spectator sport. That's the great thing about football. It has something for everyone. I like the social aspects – the getting food, the talking to "neighbors", the watching the sidelines. High school football is intimate. Now, I don't know much about football – I do know that you want to get the football into the endzone – but the positions. There is a quarterback, a half-back, a fullback. Now there is always a quarterback, but not always a half-back or fullback. That sort of doesn't make sense.
But it does not have to make sense as long as they sell nachos dripping with fake cheese. Have you ever noticed that everything goes better with cheese? And if not cheese, perhaps chocolate. Chocolate and whipped cream. Yeah, my lunch sort of sucked today. No cheese, chocolate or whipped cream.
So today, I have not much to say. Were I you, I would re-read Friday's post. It might be random, but at least I wrote something worth reading.
Monday, November 19, 2007
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You crack me up!
I think we all hit writer's block more often than we want to admit. I go days without writing, and even longer without posting, because I re-read my stuff and think it's awful. I've never tried to be a daily blogger but I love responding to your posts and to the writings of people more creative than me.
I think that's why I like to be an editor. Someone else does the hard work, and then I step in and try to make it better, which usually means shorter. But I don't think I'm a good editor of my own work.
A couple of days ago I started with a 2 paragraph story idea that turned into 5 pages. It probably should have been 2 pages at most, but I like the little words I write and I hate to cut them out.
Most of my writing is mood-based, so I write more when I’m lonely, mad, horny, or all of the above. When I’m in a good mood and the world hasn’t pissed me off, then I don’t feel like I have much to say.
And come on Leesa, you won’t get much sympathy from us when you say that your interruption involved multiple orgasms. For me a multiple orgasm is twice in one week.
If you wanted to write a story about the interruption, we'd all love to read it - you could throw in the whole nacho cheese sauce theme...mmmmm.... nachos on leesa....hmmmmmm
Even if you don’t think you have much to say, keep writing, and we’ll keep reading.
They say that people write best in their deepest depression stages, but I also feel that people write best on either or both extremes...
You've written a lot here. (A lot in terms of subject matter.)
The link exchange I understand, but I understand it for reasons of advertising for money.
Never understood it just for a request of a normal everyday blog.
Hrmm. Maybe as a writer or lack thereof, I don't understand much.
Something to think about at least.
Cheers!
advizor: thanks for the kind words. I had several issues I wanted to discuss, but my mind would not focus.
~deb: there are days where my writing flows like water downstream. Nothing is forced, and when I read it later on, I did not realize that it was as good as it was. That's not normal for me, but when it happens, it is wonderful.
But, dearest, you did write something worth reading. You wrote that orgasms trump blogging. There is much truth in that, or should be if your life is going right. Yours obviously is.
I can't say anything about football except that it's totally boring and I hate it. You could always write about how stupid it is and how men could be more intelligent if they used the part of their brain that stores stats and players' names for a better use.
If it helps, I give you permission to write about the Giant Atomic Chickens that will eventually destroy the world in accordance with Satanic prophecy. I won't even sue unless you get really rich, and even then I'll only take about half of your money. :p
- Grant
ian: you find the bright spots in every post.
grant: getting insanely rich and giving half to you seems like an economically wonderful thing for me to do.
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