I’ve been blessed with an even temperament (and plentiful citalopram), so the vicissitudes of life almost always roll past me relatively easily. You blog as you live, I always say; in general, therefore, I merrily blog along no matter what.
Even on the very worst days of relationship-al, divorce-al and general wackiness, I still manage to write something. Usually it’s quite soothing to put black symbols on a white screen and thusly tame the various tangled thoughts in my head.
But today I’ve been sitting here for long minutes staring at the screen unable to get the symbols to do that thing they’re supposed to do. They are stuck, bunched up like ice cubes in the through-door dispenser.
Times without number the veracity of the writing here has been questioned, and I smile to myself because I know that yes, it’s true. It’s all true. Painfully, sometimes humiliatingly true. And *shrug* I write it anyway.
Right now, though, I can’t.
I have drafts started that today I cannot finish. I began a few new things whose fate is currently the same. I wish I could work on those things, but right now they feel so unlike what’s going on in my brain that they seem untrue. They aren’t untrue in general, but they are untrue for now, because of things that are currently afoot.
I want to be able to write about what’s afoot this exact moment, but I can’t find even the first intelligent word to say about it. The words keep sliding away, and no amount of staring at the screen is letting me grab onto them.
Soon enough I’ll open the freezer door. I’ll poke around in the blasted ice cube dispenser, cursing under my breath. I’ll shut the door again, push the button, and out will come a veritable torrent of sharp little cubes, ready to pound down on my poor toes and puddle in forgotten corners.
Soon enough.
See, even writer’s block and mental fatigue is blog worthy! :)
I’ve noticed my temperament is much better with citalopram, too. Now, if I could just get out of my fatigue, I’d be in much better shape.
Not to worry, though, you’ll get things back on track as you like them soon enough. e-hugs until then!
So then, you want to play some cards? Got any 8’s?
No.
Go fish!
:)
My advice: Take a long, hot shower (or bath, if you prefer). Give it a good 30-40 minutes just standing under the water and letting your thoughts wander about as they please. See if that doesn’t unjam a few gears and cogs.
No ice needed here. I’ll take my AAG straight up.
You’ve got a lot of stress lately babe. So do I. Know what to do? Quit.
Take a vacation from your life for a few hours, for as much of a day as you can squeeze out, do something stupid or pointless, as long as it has no connection at all with your life.
Works for me, anyway.
We’ll all be here with our empty glasses waiting to catch the waterfall of ice-cubes. Like an addict waiting for the next fix!
Haha no pressure :)
Best blogblock post I’ve seen yet.
Happy Friday, aag :)
God, Aag, you ARE a writer!!
‘I want to be able to write about what’s afoot this exact moment ……’
You tease – you know how to keep us coming back from more!
Happy to wait fro I know it will be worth reading when it comes. :-) LR
I’m amazed it doesn’t happen more often then it does.
i struggle to write 2 posts a week.
sss
Citalopram. It works wonders. I used to be able to write constantly, poems, my thoughts, everything. But while I was in my relationahip, I got stifled. It’s slowly coming back a little at a time.
Perhaps if you don’t try to think of anything, you will.
I love me some mad hot citalopram.
Feeling mucho betterz today bbz. Thnkx.
:)
I say grab one of those sex toys that your previous posts lead me to believe are ubiquitous to your surroundings. Stick it up the proverbial through the door dispenser, agitate a bit and see if that shakes anything loose. Just a thought.
I have the luxury of no one actually reading my blog so what helps me might not help you.
I have this problem too.I will have a jumble of disassociated thoughts that I cant get on the screen in time for a mood change or to be out of the way for the next thought.
So what I do is think of a witty (or not) heading, and then I type, this is a place holder for an entry that I wanted to write about…. and I give a couple of hints about the thought that likely makes little sense to any of the 10 or so visitors that day. Sometimes I go back and fill in, some times not. Sometimes my explanation of what I want to say but cannot becomes lengthy and I end up taking the bit bout it merely being a place holder off. Often the “I haven’t time to write about….” turns into a standard 1500 word ramble.
Good luck with your dispenser.
AAG,
I get the “stuck” feeling, and I hope you get past it soon.
Mostly I’m commenting to say that your new blog header quote is from my favorite poem ever, and it made me really happy to see it unexpectedly. Thanks!
Cool!
Glad it made you happy!