Blocked. Completely

I’ve had writers block today. I haven’t been able to think of a single thing to write for any of my projects.

Writers Block is a funny thing. Some people I’ve heard never get it at all, while others go for great chasms of time not being able to write as much as a sarcastic note to their housemate. I don’t particularly suffer from either of these. My writers block tends to come in fits and spurts of a day or two here and there every few weeks. It might be linked to lunar cycles, or too much MSG, or (according to one slightly hippy friend) because my laptop is facing the wrong way. I never did quite get this point of view. For one thing, it’s a laptop, I never use it sat at my desk because – well if I did that what would be the point in having a laptop?

I’d be interested to hear how other bloggers/writers/whatever’s get over writers block. I suppose the solution is as personal as the block itself. The way writers block affects me is not so much that I don’t have ideas, but more that my internal editor (the little voice inside me that veto’s stupid ideas) works overtime. EVERYTHING that I possibly can think of to write about is immediately rubbished by the little voice in my head. So today, I’ve spent some time looking at what other people are writing in an attempt to salvage the spark of a good idea.

I went through all the usual blogs, newspaper articles, comment columns and all that balls but nothing surfaced. I went for a walk to see if there was anything I could get enraged at. You can usually count on a shopping trip at Tesco’s to get me suitably angry and enraged at people/children/commercialism/consumer greed but today nothing was happening. I felt sorry for the people with the screaming children. I felt sorry for the children being dragged round the shop against their will, forcing them to scream. And as for Commercialism and Consumer greed, well I didn’t exactly feel sorry for them, more apathetic towards the concept.

It’s very unlike me not to get angry about anything. Normally a quick search on News Stories, a new “Political Correct” initiative, or one look at Simon Cowell, can have me spitting, hissing and my skin turning a very un-fetching red. Still I seemed fated to be in a placid and unproductive mood for the rest of the day. I did a bit of Fathers Day shopping online and had a wonder around Twitter. I found a few bloggers on there, @dave_turner who’s procrastination station (http://davidturneruk.blogspot.com/) is very funny (I especially like the Child Diagram – I think I was an anti-Christ baby) and @janeygodley who I would swear I’ve seen compare at a comedy gig before now. I can’t for the life of me remember when and where, only that there was a VERY vocal stag group close by and she shot them down in such a way they walked off with their dicks between their legs. I know that’s the usual arrangement but you know what I mean. Anyway, whether or not it was her blog is very funny, but nowhere near enough mention of her marriage to 50cent. I hope she makes more of that in the future. (http://janeygodley.blogspot.com)

That’s pretty much been my day. Considering I have writers block, I don’t seem to have done too badly with this particular blog, though I’ve got fuck all else done. I suppose I’ll have to worry about that tomorrow.

L