could this be writer’s block? Naaa…

Ack. I really ought to write a blog post, but I got nothing. Across the board, I mean, I’ve got nothing in the writing department. My novel, the new one, the one I have characters, plot, setting, and outline for, will not be written. And I don’t mean I’m procrastinating. Writing is a mental health issue for me—if I don’t do it, I get seriously whacked. I’m not even kidding. So, not procrastination but…that voice, the one in my head that is the source of the words that my hands type out, it’s gone…silent. I see the scene I want to write, I see the world, I see the characters doing their little character-things, but I can’t get in. I was cool about it for a couple of weeks, but now, I’ve got to admit, it’s starting to freak me out.

Maybe I need a break. Maybe I need to write something else, not this novel. Maybe I’ve got issues. Maybe I need to muscle through this shit and put down 1000 words a day, even if I can’t feel it and nothing is happening and it’s pure 100% crap. Maybe maybe maybe. To make it worse, I keep thinking I’ve figured it out, that is, I do figure something out, and I get all excited and sit down, crack my fingers, fire up the macbook, and then…nothing.

Gah! I can’t take much more of this! Stories are starting to back up in my head! I’m starting to get that glazed, distracted, hallucinatory thing going, like people who can’t sleep and start to dream when they are awake—my creativity buffer is full up, overflowing, this can’t be good, I’m going to start acting really weird. I mean, really weirder. Right?

Don’t answer that.

I bought some spiffy new oil pastels—doodling has jump started me in the past. So far, no good, but I’m hopeful.

In the meantime, there is a new “The Listener” tonight. Perhaps Craig’s big blue eyes will inspire me.