It’s been…over two weeks since my last post. I could blame it on the fact that my mother-in-law came all the way from Maryland for a ten-day visit. I could blame it on the fact that I’ve been running until my legs turn into pudding as I train for the 10k I recently signed up for. (I still suspect I had been drugged at the time.) I could blame it on the fact that I’m writing a memoir. Unfortunately, I can’t blame any of those things. The truth is, guys, I straight-up have a miserable case of [bleeping] writer’s block.
Let me prove it. Here is a picture of (some of) the various scraps of paper on which I’ve jotted down the beginnings of stories that went a whole lot of nowhere:
And that picture doesn’t include all of the stories I’ve started…and scrapped…on my computer. It got so bad, I even made a list of the things that usually inspire me.
1. The soundtrack to The Secret Life of Walter Mitty.
2. The Sixteen Horsepower station on Pandora.
3. Watching children playing.
4. Sipping a glass of wine.
5. Going somewhere new for the first time (even if it’s just a street in my city I’ve never been down before).
6. People watching in crowded places.
My writer’s block isn’t from a lack of ideas. I’ve got ideas coming out of my arse. (Not literally.) It’s just that after the first paragraph or two, my mind just goes BLANK. As easily as turning a light switch on and off.
So, my sincerest apologies for the lack of new stories. I’m Determined (with a capital D) to finish the story I’m currently working on. I just felt that, in the meantime, I should probably post something and admit that, challenge myself as I might, I’m still not immune to the writer’s block monster that gets us all at one point or another.