Since last writing in my very painful blog…well, actually my blog isn’t painful per say…it’s  been painful writing in the damned thing…

Where was I????

Oh ya…painful…writing…blog…

So here is how things have been going:

The last few weeks, I wake up, grab a bowl of coffee, read my emails, look at my schedule to see who I get to tap with, and then sit and stare blankly at my computer screen waiting for some inspiration…something….anything.

In the last 3 weeks, I have written 15 drafts.

15.

I wrote a handful of lines on my love of the word “skallywag.”  But when I looked up the word to make sure I was spelling it right, I realized that the spelling I was using had a different meaning then I was intending.  I meant scallywag not skallywag.

BIG difference:

Skallywag (urban dictionary): A crack head or crack whore, one that lives on the streets and bums for money to buy alcohol or drugs.

Uh….that’s not what I was thinking of when I wrote those 4 sentences.

I was talking about this other word:

Scallywag: one who is playfully mischievous, a scamp, a rascal.

Yeah.  That’s the one.

Then, I started to worry that maybe all the times that I used scallywag to talk about myself or someone else (like my kids or my fella)…they thought I meant skallywag…they might have thought I was calling myself a crack whore….or my fella and kids crack  heads!  And that thought just led to some other strange thoughts until I started feeling really weird.  I took my hands off the keyboard.  Then I clicked on ‘save draft’ and that was that.

There are drafts on topics like the exploring ‘effort vs stuggle’  ( I am still intrigued by this…but, my writing was particularly unfunny that morning.), spiders that have moved into our house,  the bunnies that play with the mice that play with the spiders that live with us…oh, there is even a draft on mentoring EFT practitioners (which I do a lot of…but, was also a bit on the dry side).

On and on the drafts go.

Just drafts.  Can’t get them to come alive.

But every morning I wake up hopeful that this writers block will go away.  That something will stick.  That I will sit at my  computer and wonderfully funny sequences of words will flow through me.

Writers block-a-roo…kind of a strange place to be in.   I want to keep writing….I want to keep blogging…I love writing whitty things about the human experience…and it just ain’t happenin’.

I understand now why folks talk about continuing to write even if ya got nothin to say.  At least it keeps your writing muscles sorta warmed up and flexible.

“Writer’s block yoga:  keeping your muscles nicely stretched until you can finally stick your leg over your head!”

I feel a bumper sticker coming on!

Oops.  Gettin off track again.

Anyway, that is what I have been doing…writing even though my words are dry and lacking texture.

Writing crappy nothings. Dry, flat, crappy nothings.

Writing this post has taken some effort.  A fairly decent amount of effort.

Writing the last 15 crappy nothing posts felt like a struggle.

See how I worked that in?  ‘Effort vs Struggle’?

Pretty trick.  Hmmmmm maybe I have more to say about this after all….

To be continued…

maybe.