Showing posts with label writer's block.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writer's block.. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

And in My Return Entry, I Have Only This to Say ...

Soup this good just has to be summer.

Forgive me, Campbell's Soup Company.  It is one of my favorite sayings when the weather gets this warm and humid in my native New York.

Yeah, yeah, I know – almost a year since the last entry.  It's been long and hard for me during that time.  Lost a job, almost lost my house to unpaid taxes, but sold it and moved out of what was my home of 58 years, etc.  There's more yada, yada, yada to go with that, but I won't bore you with more tidbits.  I'm not terribly inspired to write when things are not at their best.  There was a time when I was, a diversion from the bleak.  Not really into that anymore.

But now, things are better and I'm back.  Deal with it like I have to deal with this crappy weather that costs me sleep.

Mmph – coffee.

Monday, August 31, 2015

Blog Resurrection


That's right, I'm back.  Miss me?

No, really – I'm really back this time.  Honest and for true.

(Honest and for true!?  Who talks like that?)

For those who occasionally wandered through and read this blog, they know that I merged the contents of this one with my other Blogger account back in June. I wasn't adding anything to it and figured it was just easier to concentrate on one blog.

Yeah, well ...

With so many things going on in my life, both good and bad, I stopped blogging completely.  Not the best choice.  Not writing at all led to creative inertia, which is self-defeating and self-perpetuating all in one big writer's block ball. My muse got tired of waiting and left on an extended vacation, leaving me without inspiration to write anything much beyond a grocery list or the desire to find my muse and wring its intangible neck for a spring break that extended through the summer.

ENOUGH!

It's like physical exercise – if you don't use it, you lose it and I'd rather my grey matter not fall into disuse just yet.  Maybe another 50 years or so.

But until then, Muse, summer has ended early for you.  I just clouded up your beach sky, cut off food and drink service to your corner of the sand, stole your chair and towel and left a one-way ticket on Creativity Airlines in their place.
Now get back here!

Time clock, time card – HIT IT.

Any questions?