Ever had that feeling that something should be happening? And as you wait for it to happen, you a feel a tear come to your eye knowing that it never will, maybe never should, that somehow you deserve this, you deserve this condemnation, and IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!
Well, take your emotional problems elsewhere. I don't have time to deal with them here, geez.
Instead, I'm talking today about writer's block. With the exception of a LEGO piece owned by a prolific author, writer's block specifically alludes to the inability to create or even express yourself in the written form. Your mental engine is not only plugged but all out of gas too.
The reason I'm writing about writer's block is that I have it. Right now. As I'm writing this. Yep.
First I attempted to resurrect a favorite old character of mine, a fellow by the name of Sven Hurtsalot. Based heavily on one of my own comrades, his IQ would reach triple digits only if raised to the ninth power. However, as enjoyable as the brand of humor that involves him is, it requires a certain state of being, that of utter foolery, to do well. Somehow, in the midst of finals, concerts, depressing changes, loss of loved ones, etc. I have not been able to attain such a transcendental mindset.
Then I tried writing down my problems, in the hopes of discovering some incredible insight to share with you all. And it came! However, it is so grand and overwhelming that I decided to keep it to myself in hopes of a bigger payout later.
Finally, there is good old poetry. Funny thing, you need time to create good poetry, otherwise, everything would sound like the stanza below.
Pizza, oh daughter of Italy,
I desire you, to eat happily,
That joy may come, along with gastronomic distress.
In the end, I decided I wouldn't write anything at all this week, so here it is!