Writer's Block?

I’m starting to begin to write this entry this evening…which I’ll be technically last night by the time that you read this. I normally write them the same morning that they appear online. Maybe if I start writing the evening before, I wouldn’t feel so hard pressed to find a specific topic. And you know something? It’s really amazing! I isn’t helping at all! So here I am looking at a blank screen hoping that a bolt of creative inspiration will strike me. OK, I’m really to be stuck (or is it “stricken?”) Come on, creative muse, do your magic!

Nothing, nada!

Augh! I just deleted a paragraph about my beard scruff. It was going nowhere (the paragraph, not the beard)…although I’ll probably clean up (my scruff) tomorrow. And, really, who wants to hear about my carpe diem hygiene habits? But I won’t delete this one….I’ll keep it as evidence of my writer’s block. Can you get writer’s block after writing less than a month? Maybe I should try to write a play….

A play about a neurotic…slightly neurotic actor/director….who is unable to exercise his craft during a pandemic…a pandemic made worse by a sizable portion of the population considering it to be a hoax…and there are record setting wildfires raging over several states…and a SCOTUS judge just passed away weeks before a national election. Nah! Nobody would believe it! Oh, wait a minute! There are also hurricanes! Really, it’s too far-fetched to be anything other than satire!

Maybe I could write a poem:

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

Yikes, that’s no good. I went a bit “Stephen King” for a moment! Oh, do you know that Stephen King has a corgi! Her name is Molly aka The Thing of Evil! I used to read Stephen King all the time when I was in my early teens. I remember I’d always get his latest bestseller as a hardback at Christmas time. I stopped reading him when he began The Dark Tower series. I’ve not really a great fan of novels are have multiple sequels. I have to say that The Shining is my favorite of all his novels. It’s about a writer trapped in an old hotel with his family. He’s trying to write a novel, but he slowly goes insane and tries to kill his family. Oops, another crazy writer story!

Well, the page isn’t as blindingly white as it was before. Of course, when this entry goes online, it appears as black text on an orange background. But, of course, you know that since you are reading these words…How META!! Anyhow, who picked this orange and black color scheme? Oh, I did! Of, course I picked out the website color scheme years before I started writing this blog.

I’m going to leave off here, and start again tomorrow. Maybe my creative juices will have begun to flow again…

(Later)

It’s morning and still no inspiration, No, that’s a lie. There really are plenty of topics I could talk about, but to be honest they aren’t really inspiring or exciting me. I’ve had some wonderful opportunities and advantages in my past, but, I don’t feel like writing about them….vacations we’ve taken, Lizzie (the spoiled, but nearly perfect corgi), competing in the International Mr. Leather contest (aha, teasing you with my leather again!), being married for almost thirty years (wow, the time has flown!), etc. All those things seem so trivial when the world is a sixes and sevens….in complete disarray, especially with the death of Ruth Bader Ginsburg. But we have to keep fighting, moving forward never giving an inch. None of this “two steps forward, one step back” shit. Yikes, got political…..but it’s difficult to avoid politics, especially when there are so many challenges facing us, and so many people are feeling alone in all this.

Tomorrow, I’ll start fresh. Let’s all start fresh. Recognizing the current obstacles we face…but refusing to let it weigh us down. Let’s not discount the good in our lives. Let’s keep those personal flames of hope and optimism alive.

Maybe it’s best to conclude with the an excerpt from somebody more articulate….Stephen Sondheim’s lyrics from “Move On” from SUNDAY IN THE PARK WITH GEORGE:

Stop worrying where you're going-

Move on

If you can know where you're going

You've gone

Just keep moving on

I chose, and my world was shaken-

So what?

The choice may have been mistaken,

The choosing was not

You have to move on