You ever have one of those days where you just aren't feeling creative? Where coming up with even a moderately witty comment seems well beyond your ability? Where all you want to do is lie on the couch all day, eating Hot Pockets and watching SpongeBob? Where you're filled with an inexplicable urge to plunge a dagger into Dr. Phil, remove his flesh, put it on, and be borne unto worlds where his flesh is your key?
Okay, not so much on the last one. But the other ones pretty much describe my last two weeks.
I can't really put my finger on it. I swear, I'm not dismal or morose or anything. I've just had no interests in doing anything creative. Every time I've sat down at my PC to jot off some barbed observation about the bombing in London or Karl "666" Rove's recent embarrassment, I've found myself overcome with a desire to play Freecell or Minesweeper instead.
Blog burnout, maybe? I go through this every few months. Usually, it takes the gentle yet firm nagging of SJ to coax me back into inflicting my opinions on others. But this time, I thought I'd be proactive instead of reactive.
(When I used to work at Brinker International, the VPs and directors were always encouraging us to "think outside the box," and to "be proactive, not reactive." They also told us that we had to "perceive, believe, and achieve," and you know that's some quality workplace advice because it fucking rhymes. But I digress...)
Does anyone else ever have this problem? I swear, most of the bloggers I know are so goddamn prolific. They post day after day and show no sign of ever slowing. Whereas the only post I've been able to manage lately has been this one, about how I can't think of anything to write about.
That's about 900% more ironic than anything you'll find in any Alanis Morissette song about irony.
So hopefully, this meandering piece of stream-of-consciousness will do the trick and unplug the colon of my muse so she can take an enormous, creative dump on my head. (No, I don't have a fetish. I was just belaboring a metaphor, that's all.)
Okay, thanks for listening. You've been very therapeutic. Maybe.
It's All About Me
- Irb
- I am a straight white male between the ages of 17 and 44. I’m an Aries and a recovering Baptist. By national standards, I’m moderate in my politics, but by Texas standards I’m somewhere to the left of Lenin. I have a certain boyish charm that makes me irresistible to children, pets, and old people. I’ve grown indifferent towards the night life, and I no longer care to boogie. Like slightly more than 100% of the English majors I know, I’m a writer wannabe who has yet to get published. I am not now, nor have I ever been, “emo.” I have a singing voice that resembles the wailing of damned souls. I am the walrus, kookoo katchoo. I shot the sheriff. But, and I’d like to make this perfectly clear, I did *not* shoot the deputy. I once divided by zero. I used to think I had no discernable Texas accent, but a recent visit to Canada made me realize that I actually sound like goddamn Jethro. I believe the children are the future. And my hobbies include writing slash furry Star Trek fan fiction and sitting on the toilet until my legs fall asleep.
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7 comments:
Whenever I can't think of anything to write about, I'll post a picture of Rodney Dangerfield as a Zombie, or, more recently, compile a "Best of" post, that's nothing more than a list of stuff I've already written.
I see you've already done the latter. (Read all of them too, great stuff.) Maybe it's time for Rodney to once again crawl out of the crypt to feast on Karl Rove's juicy brain.
I'm still a neophyte to blogging, but what I like about it (so far) is that it inspires me to hunt for material and keeps me thinking. So it's fun. Right now, I've got a list of 5 things to write about. Are they worthy subjects? Probably not, but at least they'll distract me from keying cars or playing practical jokes on blind old ladies.
Prolific? Hell no. Just bossy and indignant, that's me. And most days trying to do anything to keep myself from being bored. as. fuck.
And I knew you were back from the quiet depths where you go more often than not 'cause I seen you were on my blog jes' a-reading.
Fear not. When you're having blogger's block, just pull a meme out of your ass. (and not *your meme* either, now)
Just because you are a writer doesnt mean everything you post on your blog has to be a wonderful story, ya know .. you could just converse - I know you have lots to say.. I havent even heard about your day with Chris II, for instance.
Of course it doesnt have to be as mundane as what >> I << post, either >G<
I try to only put up a post every two to three days. If I try to put one up everyday, people dont read them.
I like SJs advice- whenever you don't have shit to write about, find a meme. You can even tweak them to your own liking. Think outside of that box!
Oh Irb...those references to Brinker bring back such fond (hack) memories. Thinking about that alone can cause some serious burnout. Blogness will return to you...fear not!
Still nothing new? Just post another one one those creepy Chick tracks. They're always good for an uncomfortable laugh.
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