It is Wuss-out Wednesday, and it is going to be a Wuss-out Wednesday blog post, and you can read it and enjoy it or ignore it. You can do that as a reader. As a blogger, I have to post (“The blog must go on!” I say in a dramatic tone of voice, posing in a half swoon, with one wrist to my forehead) (THAT’S IT!!! It’s Wrist to Forehead Wednesday! Damn!)
OK, now I’m getting silly. I just searched WordPress blogs for Writer’s Block and find that I am not alone. Oddly enough, not one of the posts I looked at claimed that “there just ain’t no sech animal” as Writer’s Block, a contention I have heard on many occasions (with or without the hillbilly wording). They may have something at that, as I see I am over 100 words already. It is almost never impossible to write SOMETHING. But to write something good? As Hamlet once emoted, “Ay, there’s the rub!”
I spent my breaks at work trying to work on a project which ought to have been done by now (I dare not tell you what project, because I don’t want people who know about it to know it is not yet finished) (in fact, already I’ve said too much). I couldn’t do it! I managed to write some notes, which is more useful than it sounds. Then I started to write another note and completely blanked on a word.
WHAT THE HELL IS THAT ALL ABOUT??? I asked myself. Have I gone senile? Is it early onset Alzheimer’s? Yes, I am a self-dramatizing fool (see wrist to forehead pose in the first paragraph). I daresay I’m no stupider than I was yesterday (cue jokes about how that is quite stupid enough). Still, it is upsetting when one cannot think of a word or even a reasonable substitute.
I think I like it better when I share pictures from monster movies on these days when I just don’t have a blog post. I may do that tomorrow on Non-Sequitur Thursday. As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.
Mohawk Valley Girl 