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Blogger’s Block

November 4, 2010

Blogger’s Block.

I figured it would happen eventually. In fact, I knew it would happen because I was too focused on the NaBloPoMo 30 posts in 30 days thing, but I didn’t think it’d happen this fast.

I was wrong. It happened. It’s happening right now. I don’t know what to write about. Four sentences right there all beginning with the letter “I”. Isn’t that exciting?

Technically, I could post this right now and it would be a blog update and fulfill my NaBloPoMo obligation but doing that somehow feels wrong.

What does it feel like?

It feels like . . .  who said that?

Never mind who said that, it’s not important. What does it feel like?

Where are you?

Never mind where I am. What does it feel like?

Why are you . . .

Hello? Never mind all that. What does it feel like?

It feels like making chocolate cupcakes and not putting any chocolate frosting on them.

What’s wrong with unfrosted chocolate cupcakes?

Ever had unfrosted Frosted Flakes? Nothing’s wrong with them, but they’re not Frosted Flakes, they’re Wheaties. Nothing’s really wrong with an unfrosted cupcake other than it’s not a cupcake and the thought of ‘not a cupcake’ – like an incomplete blog posting – doesn’t seem right. Frosted cupcakes without sprinkles would be alright, but a cupcake without frosting feels wrong.

Anything else?

It feels like driving a car with no tires. Or like telling a joke and stopping before you get to the punch line. Or like having French Fries without ketchup. Or like ending a date without a kiss.

French Fries?

Freedom Fries?

Are you all still using those silly anti-French names for things?

Good question, but I don’t think so. Although we probably should since the French are always so . . . I don’t know, that’s not important. I guess we don’t use those names anymore because we’ve all grown accustomed to the war, well, wars now, and have pretty much forgotten about them and their impact and the massive debt they helped to create and we worry about stuff like taxes and government spending now.

What do you worry about?

Me?

Is there anyone else’s head I’m talking in?

You know, I have a difficult enough time with sarcasm when it’s coming from other people, I don’t need it from myself.

Sorry. Happy?

Happier.

So?

So what?

What do you worry about?

I worry about a lot of things. And why are you asking me this anyway? Don’t you know about all of this stuff if you’re inside my head? Hell, you’re probably the person in there causing all the worries by making me think about stuff I don’t want to think about!

How does that make you feel?

How does what make me feel?

How does worrying about things you don’t want to worry about make you feel?

It makes me feel . . .

To (maybe) be continued . . .

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. November 4, 2010 6:30 am

    You did a great job of writing about the dreaded writer’s BLOCK. I face it all the time when I’m working on poems. When you do a recipe blog, like I do, not so much. All you worry about then is that there’s no chance for eating take-out for dinner. It’s not acceptable for me to post the recipe for a Big Mac, since I obviously didn’t make it in my kitchen, kind of like your cupcake without the frosting analogy in reverse.

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  2. November 4, 2010 8:05 am

    The funny thing is, I am facing the same writer’s block… and I see a lot of other blogs that seem to be experiencing them same thing.

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