I can’t think. I can’t write.
It’s not that I don’t have anything to say, the problem is, I have too much. It’s all stuck in a ball in my throat and not making its way to my fingers.
So much is going on. And yet, so much of it I can’t talk about.
Instead, my blog sits and waits for me, poor thing. I’d hate to be the blog of someone with writers block and stuff, it would get lonely and boring.
I’ve been staring into space a lot, thoughts running rampant. I gasp and think “oh, I should totally write about that” but when I open up the back end of my blog, I freeze, mid poised fingers.
It’s beyond writers block, I think. I believe someone stole my voice. I’m in the process of looking for it. I’m going to put out ads, in search of. Or maybe I’m just truly ready to move on and concentrate on other things, expand my horizons and break free from this blog.
Oh, that thought. Perish it.
Then I think if I can’t write about what I REALLY want and need to write about, how many different ways and how many different times can I write about the same old shit? The sloppy teens, the moody husband, the funny 1st grader.
Beyond frustrating. Especially when all you want to do is write.
Well, tomorrow is another day. Maybe someone will do someone interesting enough to document in my blog. Because the whining, moody, messy, angsty, bad parenting skills and such… just isn’t cutting it for me anymore.
Where do all of you, who blog all the time, find inspiration?
Because I could really use some brain rattling.