How many times has Wuss-out Wednesday followed Tired Tuesday? Many. Today shall make one more, but I hope to think of something amusing to say nevertheless. Mind you, my hopes are not high, but any hope on a blank page is nice.
Blank is the operative word. I have a dreadful case of Writer’s Blank. That is when I look at a blank page (or computer screen) and that is exactly how it stays, because my brain is just that: BLANK. It is all very well to say, “Just write something, anything down.” I can’t think of anything to write down! Then I think of something, write it down, and it’s STUPID! I can’t continue with that! And it would not matter if I bullishly forced myself to continue with it, because I cannot for the life of me think of another sentence.
Obviously that is not what is happening right now with this blog post, but it is what happened earlier when I was faced with a blank page in my notebook. I started jotting down ideas I had for a murder mystery I must write for September (more on that when it gets closer) (I am, of course, taking it for granted that I WILL eventually be able to write the thing). I have been tumbling ideas around in my head for a few weeks now. As I put pen to paper, I realized I had very few ideas after all and the ones I had were dumb. OK, it was one idea. One stupid idea.
I will somehow get beyond this idea-less phase. I will write down words and then more words. I may even like them. In the meantime, I am going to end with a picture of Nosferatu and hit Publish. I may try again later with a pen and paper. Further updates as events warrant.