Wednesday, May 02, 2007

I got nothing. Again

My brain is like a vast, featureless wasteland. No ideas wandering around, no verdant pools of thought, just waiting to be parsed. Nothing. Nada. Bubkes. I don't know what's wrong with me. I can't seem to come up with anything to write about, here or for Exist. The last couple of articles I turned in, I absolutely hated. I just can't seem to get my brain to fire like it used to. Is this a side effect of the antidepressant I'm on? If so, this really, really sucks, since I kind of NEED to write, especially if I want to start getting paid for it. Right now, I'd probably get paid to NOT write.

This explains the radio silence recently. That and I have, like, 8 gazillion blogs to catch up on and a snowball's chance in hell of actually reading all the blogs I want to read. There are so many good bloggers out there and I want to read them all, but I find myself skimming or skipping some entirely. And forget commenting.

I'm such a slug.

So, here. A video for your enjoyment. An excellent song, an excellent band and a fantastic movie. Much better than looking at the train wreck that is Shane McGowan.


If not a mother... said...

I'm having problems with finding the words, too, which is a problem. Definitely. That april dlife column was torture.

It doesn't help that my day job has been pure hell since about the time I got the temp contract with dlife, too. I don't want to give up my writing for my day job. But some days, it feels like I have to. NOW, when I'm finally recognized.

so anyways, I feel your block. I really do.

floreksa said...

I'm with you. Its been how long for me? I've completely fallen off the D-blog radar. I keep starting different posts, but its all blather.


LJ said...

i dont have anything good to say either. i'm 8 days without posting. yikes!

Joke said...

I never have anything, but that doesn't stop me. The trick to not hating your stuff is in not reading it beyond checking for typos.

This is yet another in an endless series of advantages to being shallow and lacking in any self-awareness.


Major Bedhead said...

Is that what my problem is? I'm too self-aware?

I'll have to try your patented method of writing, Joke. It might help. Head down, plow thru, critics be damned. Good. I can do that.