Experiencing writer’s block sounds like a sophisticated affliction reserved for serious writers of serious purpose. I am not worthy of it, for obvious reasons. It must secure a stronghold and wait for the perfect struggle; a struggle far beyond the mere angels and demons crisis of conscience that professional writers suffer for their craft. Writers whose genius is gripped in the grueling duel between propriety and popularity.
Oh, the unfairness of it all!
Struggles of such magnitude are best left to the professionals. For me, it’s just been a big ol rut-a-saurus, plain and simple. Lately I haven’t gotten much further than creating post titles. One I have been kicking around for a few days is, The Blog Stops Here: A Fond Farewell
I’m kidding, of course. Dialogue exercises kept me busy yesterday. The day before, I had stuff to do, but my car wouldn’t start. I had to get a new battery. I pulled into a local garage and raised the hood so the mechanic could test the battery. He did and I said, “Really? I need to replace a three year old battery?” and no kidding, the mechanic said to me, “I wouldn’t lie to you lady, what do you think this means,” as he tugged on the cross hanging from a chain around his neck. I swear I almost slammed it in reverse.
When I talked to my dad last night, he said that’s exactly what I should have done.
I must be getting soft. All those years of reacting have finally taken their toll. Maybe I’ve lost the ability to articulate an appropriate response to the low hanging fruit loops all around me. That’s the only explanation. Why else would I let so many opportunities slip by without so much as a comment? I could write my reaction to a number of current events, but the words just won’t come. My reaction to the Olympic opening ceremony, for instance, was only one word, disturbing. My reaction to the badminton scandal was simply, seriously?
The professionals get writer’s block. Snoberific!
It’s still too hot for words.
Rubber Trees
- Thai Taxis
- Palmolive Soap
- Flowers Carved From Soap
Honie Briggs 
If you mean serious as in no sense of humor, then you’re right: you aren’t a serious writer. If you mean serious as in dedicated and talented, then you’re wrong: you do fall into this category. I get writer’s block, reader’s block, cleaning the house block … the list goes on.
LOL. I actually meant snobby, superior beings – credentialed, bona find and know when to use semi-colons. Joking, of course. I get that cleaning the house block almost daily! 🙂 Thank you so much for the compliment.
Psht. I was ten years old dramatically telling my mom “I have writer’s block! I just can’t do anything today!”. She promptly replied that I could clean the floors. Then I had lots of amo and wrote a short story about an evil mother who made her children do chores. Silly? Of course! But the point is anybody can get writer’s block. Sometimes life just needs a new point of view or sometimes we need to do something new(ish- I had cleaned floors before).
Please keep writing though. Please.
🙂 You bet Peaches! Just a case of blog lag, and maybe a little denial. Come to think of it, my floors could use some Swiffer action. Thanks!
First of all, you are worthy of it and you’re a great writer! I do think the same thing as you though, Honie — The Blog Stops Here: A Fond Farewell (MORE THAN A FEW TIMES) but I wouldn’t have thought of that catchy of a title. We all go through this. Sometimes we’re inspired, sometimes not. I the exact same thing you are thinking about what I write. Everyone does.
And the heat, it has something to do with it. love the pics, btw. AND your blog. :).
I know you’re right, of course you are. Thanks Brigitte.