Here is a change from the type-it-in-backspace-it-out disease. I have the type-it-in-and-save-it-for-possible-use-later disease. I guess that means I have a healthy ego where my own prose is concerned. Or perhaps it is just an extension of my general reluctance to throw almost anything away. But let us stay out of the deep dark recesses of my psyche.
I typed that previous paragraph, neither backspaced it out nor saved it for later, and I have been hit by a huge bout of Writer’s Blank. That is when the blank screen (or page as the case may be) in front of me is matched by the blank space where my brain used to be. I suffer from Blank moreso that the controversial Writer’s Block, although I perhaps should just call it Lack of Writer’s Brain.
I need a medium fake poo.
I was looking for a picture of The Brain from the Planet Arous, my usual illustration for when I am feeling brainless, but I think the plastic poo will do, because I do feel pretty crappy when I can’t make a decent blog post.
There’s the brain I need!
Now I can bill this post as a Monstrous Monday. Once again I crave my readers’ indulgence for another foolish post. I have a few excuses for my late lack of blogworthiness. However, as I often say, explanations are tiresome. Perhaps I could find just one more monster picture in my Media Library, to end on a cheerful note.
Who could be un-cheered by Nosferatu?
Here is my favorite guy, Nosferatu, from the eponymous 1922 silent movie. And with that, I lapse into silence myself, until the next blog post. As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.
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