Sunday, May 18, 2014

Writer's Block.

I think it's safe to say I've been suffering from writer's block for a year. I'm at my best when I have things to mock and right now, aside from my daily appearance, I don't have much to make fun of. Life is good and writing about how good life is sounds boring with a capital B.

I've toyed with the idea of shutting this down and receding quietly into a suburban life of lattes and SUVs, but I just can't do it. I know the three of you who regularly read this are breathing a HUGE sigh of relief. I hear it blowing across the dry Texas plains now.

I can't do it for two reasons.

The first is that when I am so inspired by life's ridiculousness, whether it be crock-pot meals or ombre hair, I want to capture it.

The second is that there is a writer inside of me trying to get out and I can't give up on her quite yet. It was back in first grade that I knew she was in there. During free time, I would sit down with my handy #2 pencil and write [very] short stories. Was I cool? No way, but my stories about little brothers who drove their big sister MAD made me so happy I just didn't care.

And so now, I need to get back in the saddle with little stories of little boys who drive their mommy MAD.

Long before I had children, I had a little book on my writing desk called, "The Writer's Block." It was a prop that showed the outside world how I defined myself and helped prospective home-buyers fancy themselves in a writer's haven when considering our home as theirs. I never opened it.

I found it today, battered and bruised after a few short years of co-existing with a toddler. I opened it and finally thought it might be time to use it.

So, for the next 30 days I am going to write three times a week about random, random things to get back in the writing zone. Bear with me, my dear 3 readers. I don't know what's about to happen, but I'm hoping to find the writer buried underneath babies and toddlers and marketing and household operations. She's in there and she can't wait.

PS - I loathe posts that apologize for not writing and think this borders very close to the edge of such an apology letter. I wrote it to keep myself accountable. We will not speak of it again.

10 comments:

  1. Definitely don't stop writing. I would still read even if you only wrote three times a year because when you do write wow you make me giggle!

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  2. I agree, don't stop! I love your writing, even if it's just sporadic.

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  3. I agree with the other two (I guess this makes me reader #3?? ;) ), I love your writing, no matter how often. You always make me laugh!

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  4. I feel your conundrum. I have been tempted to shut mine down several times but I can't do it. I NEED a safe place, a place where I can pour out the things that get too much for me to handle. A place where I can rant safely, where family and RL friends can't (or don't) find me. Please don't stop writing. I do read, although usually from a reader (so it might not show on your reader count). I like seeing your posts pop up.

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  5. Whoa! FIVE readers. Almost double what I thought!

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  6. hahaha, i was just going to say it drives me nuts when ppl write twice a year, and the entire post is apologizing for not writing more. i'm glad to see you were cognizant of it. :) I look forward to reading more from you!

    PS, I still think you should switch to wordpress. :)

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  7. Keep going! I enjoy your blog. Love the trip to ER stories!

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  8. I love all your posts. They make me happy. I would say write three times a week and increase it if you get into a groove or find you are really loving the outlet. Bring it on!
    MissC

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