I have 24 posts sitting in drafts right now. I think I need to go back to them and either post them or purge them. Because two dozen drafts is a bit excessive. Even for me.
I’ve been struggling a lot with writing lately. Both here and with my writing. I always differentiate between the two. As a writer I probably shouldn’t. Writing is writing, but to me, blogging and writing are two different things.
Sort of.
I don’t know why I keep them separate. It’s just the way my brain works.
Which we all know…is not at all most days. At least as far as I can tell.
Clearly it wasn’t all that medication making my brain mush. Because I haven’t had anything in my system for almost four months and any cognitive impairments from it would have worn off by now.
No. My brain is just mush all on its own.
I’ve been trying to get some proper writing done lately.
Trying being the operative word.
Or inoperative as the case may be.
I have a lot of projects in the works. I never have just one going at a time. I am incapable of having just one project going at a time. If I get struck with writer’s block on a given project, I need to move on to another one, or I start doing things like mass-dowloading pictures off the intarwebz of critters I keep trying to talk Bob into buying me for pets and famous people I wouldn’t kick out of bed on a cold night.
And then my hard drive starts bursting at the seams from all of the picture files and I’m pretty sure Bob is going to slap me if I ask him for a sea otter or a red panda one more time.
It’s better for everybody if I just start working on another story project.
Unfortunately the ideas are not flowing as freely these days. I’ve been trying to write. I’ve been jumping from project to project and back again, writing very little, and certainly nothing worth mentioning. It’s all very frustrating.
My muse is on strike apparently.
I hate when Basil goes on strike. I miss the cute, squeaky noises he makes when I poke him.
So where does that leave me?
Slogging through blog posts that take days to write because they keep coming out as indecipherable babble, while I alt-tab between WordPress and Solitaire. And probably iTunes. And food blogs with too many baking recipes. And Rooster Teeth.
There’s not a lot of writing getting done around these parts.
And I am feeling the familiar, gaping void that accompanies a writing drought.
It’s not a pleasant feeling to say the least.
The VERY least.
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