Sticky Keyboard
Today I want to write about writer’s block. That’s right, I want to … but, I just don’t know where to start. Or where to go from there. Or how to finish. It’s frustrating to know that my cute little website is just sitting here waiting patiently for me to pay it some attention. All it wants from me are a few hundred words of wit or reflection. It just wants to bask in the warmth of my rapidly flexing fingers as they pound into the keyboard producing words that lead to stories that lead to smiles that lead to … well who knows what else. Don’t ask me, I’m blocked, remember? How is it that the little blinking cursor that usually beams happy pixels at me is currently managing to convey an ominous glare? A look that says “You don’t send me to photos of flowers. You never take me anywhere! You don’t love me any more do you? OMG does this font make me look fat? is THAT it? IS IT???” How do I explain to my journal, my readers, my imaginary fan club, and myself that I just don’t feel like writing lately? Emails are going unanswered. Instant messages are being obsequiously diverted to a blasé Away Message. Birthday and holiday Ecards are bursting into spontaneous combustion from the boring messages they contain. All because I am blocked.
Or maybe there’s just nothing really interesting going on around me right now.
November 28th, 2005 at 5:38 pm
Yep - your life is boring.
You should go to the Pub tonight!
November 28th, 2005 at 5:47 pm
Yeah, which pub. I need a beer after my Monday! Oh, and a couple O’three darts…hehe. I always create subject matter to write about…
November 28th, 2005 at 6:04 pm
writer’s block is a far cry better than some other blockages one might experience from time to time. at least a water hose doesn’t constitute relief for your type of block!
November 28th, 2005 at 6:35 pm
Hm, Pepto for the Brain …
November 28th, 2005 at 6:50 pm
That font does make her look fat.
Oh shit, did i say that out loud???
Happy Holiday, Coug. *kiss*
November 28th, 2005 at 6:57 pm
I hate it when I get blocked, especially since my life is ALWAYS boring.
November 28th, 2005 at 8:17 pm
This blog needs an enema.
November 28th, 2005 at 9:13 pm
You could come here this weekend and nurse me to health. I think I just sprained my knee or something. Or tore something. It went pop and I screamed.
November 28th, 2005 at 9:32 pm
I hate it when that happens…usually, my way to break it is to go observe some white trash and write about it. Which reminds me, I need to post my thanksgiving entry…
November 29th, 2005 at 11:13 am
You do realize that writing an entry about not being able to write an entry causes a universal paradox that unravels a small amount of the spacetime continuum. Somewhere, in a galaxy far, far away, a small planet is being sucked into a wormhole because of your entry. — P.P.
November 29th, 2005 at 11:35 am
Oh My !! I was so happy when I saw my email notification that you’d written a new blog !!! I thought to myself , ” Ah, good ! I need some good humour today as I sit in total and complete boredom at work ……….what a pleasant surprise she’s written !!” Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyy……then I open it up …………………read it, and cry…………dammit
November 30th, 2005 at 10:04 am
I’ve been blocked for days. Also, tired. Today the blockage was momentarily lifted so I could update, but came right back in time for me to NOT be able to write my two articles for work. Feeling your pain …
November 30th, 2005 at 11:14 pm
Shit happens babe. We still dig you.
Hell it’s been a month since I posted on my own blog (or almost so) and I read you before doing my own.
So I gues I have blocked envey LoL…
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December 2nd, 2005 at 5:06 pm
Hell I’m king of the write a whole bunch regularly then drop of the face of the planet for a few months. Thanks for sharing what you could. And I can think of a lot more fun ways to make your keyboard nice and sticky!
December 4th, 2005 at 2:05 am
I get blocked all the time. A little laxative, a little roughage…I’m good to go. Being 400 years old is a bitch sometimes.
December 7th, 2005 at 8:58 am
Maybe you should take your pants off and shower us with more naked goodness.