This won’t be the last time I’m going to break out the insurmountable cliché of writer’s block and gotten back on the wagon for writing.
Wondering over a Skype session, my friend Jonathan asked, “What tools do you have to inspire you?” And all I could think about of were nail-biting episodes of Fringe, unhealthy amounts of Coca-Cola and chocolate. But it’s a mystery for me to chart, maintain and tap into any sense of creative mojo… made limp by the burden and the pressure to write.
And I do this to myself.
Take tonight for example. At dinner tonight, I bring up my postcard project as an interesting point of conversation because it’s fun, and I’m fun and now you want to be my friend and send me more postcards! So I can not write about them. ARRRGGGG. A vicious cycle.
I even go as low as nonchalantly pass out the “business card” for my blog. “Yeah, that’s right… I’m a writer… I have a blog... I’m a blogger…” But I’m not – I’m a POSER! Then immediately double over from the sharp stab of guilt for not posting anything new or fresh or witty online for weeks on end.
What the hell would I do if blogging were my livelihood? Seriously, I would starve.
Earlier today, I asked my boss for another posty as he’s off to Kiwi-country for a week on Sunday. And I’m all, shit… I still haven’t blogged about the first one he sent me.
Back to dinner... fellow diner, Greg, a self-proclaimed technophile/fellow blogger, was so enthusiastic that he actually said “I’ll add you to my RSS feed.” And all I could think about was Oh Shit! What have I done? I’ve let down my fans, all 12 of my readers and now tricked this poor soul into checking out my blog once only to see my past stale dribble there for the next few months.
But realistically folks, the problem with my not being able too blog is not time management, but more about the fact that the postcards don’t scan, crop, and color correct themselves. And the word - the stories, they don’t write themselves either… And I have to interesting right? I can’t let down all 12 of my readers. That would be irresponsible… that would be un-American.
So, tonight, after a long hiatus, I’m back. Slowly but surely… duty bound with new resolve. As for the hundreds of postcards on my desk and those fighting for real estate on the fridge – I haven’t a word to say about ‘em.
A tragedy, yes I know. But on the bright side, I’m back!
Wondering over a Skype session, my friend Jonathan asked, “What tools do you have to inspire you?” And all I could think about of were nail-biting episodes of Fringe, unhealthy amounts of Coca-Cola and chocolate. But it’s a mystery for me to chart, maintain and tap into any sense of creative mojo… made limp by the burden and the pressure to write.
And I do this to myself.
Take tonight for example. At dinner tonight, I bring up my postcard project as an interesting point of conversation because it’s fun, and I’m fun and now you want to be my friend and send me more postcards! So I can not write about them. ARRRGGGG. A vicious cycle.
I even go as low as nonchalantly pass out the “business card” for my blog. “Yeah, that’s right… I’m a writer… I have a blog... I’m a blogger…” But I’m not – I’m a POSER! Then immediately double over from the sharp stab of guilt for not posting anything new or fresh or witty online for weeks on end.
What the hell would I do if blogging were my livelihood? Seriously, I would starve.
Earlier today, I asked my boss for another posty as he’s off to Kiwi-country for a week on Sunday. And I’m all, shit… I still haven’t blogged about the first one he sent me.
Back to dinner... fellow diner, Greg, a self-proclaimed technophile/fellow blogger, was so enthusiastic that he actually said “I’ll add you to my RSS feed.” And all I could think about was Oh Shit! What have I done? I’ve let down my fans, all 12 of my readers and now tricked this poor soul into checking out my blog once only to see my past stale dribble there for the next few months.
But realistically folks, the problem with my not being able too blog is not time management, but more about the fact that the postcards don’t scan, crop, and color correct themselves. And the word - the stories, they don’t write themselves either… And I have to interesting right? I can’t let down all 12 of my readers. That would be irresponsible… that would be un-American.
So, tonight, after a long hiatus, I’m back. Slowly but surely… duty bound with new resolve. As for the hundreds of postcards on my desk and those fighting for real estate on the fridge – I haven’t a word to say about ‘em.
A tragedy, yes I know. But on the bright side, I’m back!
2 comments:
..back with no entries about postcards? you need to publish updates on your facebook bc you nearly lost one of your 12 readers (me) - i only found out about this post when i followed you on twitter! and yes im begging you to follow me back. my goal is 500 followers in 3 years...
oh and if you would please publish this comment i hope your other 11 readers would follow me too!
my twitter name is @lilianlalala
im desperate.
you better get back on that hamster wheel! I'm also falling behind with 100000 things on my plate. I sent you another from Bali, and there is a fault, please spot that bit so u can blog about an extra bit.
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