понедельник, 7 марта 2011 г.

Constipation for writers...


As you can see, I haven't written a blog for almost a month. Please understand that this is certainly not through lack of trying, oh no no! I have tried to write many-a-time but it would appear that I am suffering from a case of... *dramatic cinematic voice* 'THE BLOCK'...

It seems that anything I try to write about is forced. My words and ramblings no longer flow as they did once before. Should there be a constipation tablet for a blockage of the writers kind, then this is what I need to overcome the vast emptiness that currently swirls around my cranium and wipes away any thought that should happen to settle.

Finding the words to describe what I'm dealing with is even more difficult when those words are no longer in easy reach. It is almost as though I have lost the ability to construct a sentence that makes any kind of sense. As I sit here, fingertips poised and ready to drum rhythmatically on the keyboard underneath them, I find myself falling into a dreamlike state, the black cloud [think 'black smoke monster' from TV programme Lost] slowly begins to engulf my brain and turns me into a zombie. Motionless and emotionless, I sit and stare blankly at the monitor as an empty expression begins to spread over my face. Battling with the ability to regain consciousness, I try my damndest to focus on the task in hand, to write something, to write anything! As long as I can break free of this block, I can overcome and begin to whitter on about life in general without fighting this excessive strain.

So, please, bare with me while I battle with this case of the dreaded block, who knows how long it will last and when I will be back on form but know that I am doing all I can to unblock my mind and let the thoughts flow through once more...

Constipation for writers...


As you can see, I haven't written a blog for almost a month. Please understand that this is certainly not through lack of trying, oh no no! I have tried to write many-a-time but it would appear that I am suffering from a case of... *dramatic cinematic voice* 'THE BLOCK'...

It seems that anything I try to write about is forced. My words and ramblings no longer flow as they did once before. Should there be a constipation tablet for a blockage of the writers kind, then this is what I need to overcome the vast emptiness that currently swirls around my cranium and wipes away any thought that should happen to settle.

Finding the words to describe what I'm dealing with is even more difficult when those words are no longer in easy reach. It is almost as though I have lost the ability to construct a sentence that makes any kind of sense. As I sit here, fingertips poised and ready to drum rhythmatically on the keyboard underneath them, I find myself falling into a dreamlike state, the black cloud [think 'black smoke monster' from TV programme Lost] slowly begins to engulf my brain and turns me into a zombie. Motionless and emotionless, I sit and stare blankly at the monitor as an empty expression begins to spread over my face. Battling with the ability to regain consciousness, I try my damndest to focus on the task in hand, to write something, to write anything! As long as I can break free of this block, I can overcome and begin to whitter on about life in general without fighting this excessive strain.

So, please, bare with me while I battle with this case of the dreaded block, who knows how long it will last and when I will be back on form but know that I am doing all I can to unblock my mind and let the thoughts flow through once more...