This is NOT writer’s block

I don’t have writer’s block.

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There is just a firm, solid wall between me and the words that are building up. Like a dam. A damned dam. I’m just waiting for the first crack in the wall, for the first words to start spilling through. Then maybe I’ll be able to get the rest of the ghost story I started, or the post-Singularity stories that have been festering.

You can tell when there’s a word dam because this blog suffers from my blockage. Days, even weeks, pass without anything meaningful making it to the blog. It isn’t a lack of interesting events or anecdotes in my life. Just a lack of being able to make concrete the words to describe the abstract humor that is life. And if I can’t relate my little stories about life, how can I unclog the words necessary to tell a story?

But its not writer’s block. That’s a mythical thing. Pshaw. Unable to write? I can write!

I just can’t make a story.

Even worse, my usual cures are unavailable. Normally I’d divert myself with a good read – but I’m still on the hunt for a good book to read. Or a movie, or a video game – but the kids have taken over the TV that has the x-box (not that I can get online with that – we had to rewire the house a few weeks ago and now the x-box is out of reach of the internetz) because the roku is on there, so they’re exploring old cartoons and educational television.

I hope your Saturday’s going better. I’d lament to my writing buddies (not quite a formal writing group, but close), except they’re either NanoWriMo’ing or working on their own stuff right now.

Maybe I can find a chisel in the kitchen.

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