Muddying up the waters
Sometimes I feel like I’m teetering on the brink with this blog of being that guy from “Throw Momma From The Train” who wrote the book for his creative writing class called, “Women I’d Like To Pork.”
Or, whatever euphemism he used instead of “pork.” You know what I mean.
Actually, I feel like I’ve been at my worst lately with my writing. I’m a highly critical person, especially when rating myself, and I’m in this grey area between “uninteresting” and “stuck.” And I suck. And blogging sucks. And I can’t seem to dislodge some of the thoughts I have and just flow like I’m used to.
I’m really going to try with this “In the Final Strides” thing, which I might, at
Bob’s suggestion change to “The Whip.” But for now, I’ve gotten two paragraphs each into three different posts intended for that site, and I’m getting stuck. And I am so dissatisfied with getting stuck that I’m not writing the usual volume of blog content.
I’m not used to mental vapor lock. I don’t always have something good to say, but I always have ten to twelve paragraphs on the topic. It’s a major confidence blow to watch that blinking cursor on MSWord, and not have anything flying off my fingertips to make it move.
In an attempt to “unstick” myself, I’m going to try doing justice to something I saw a number of years ago on TV, and tell a story.