Writer's (Butcher) Block

You know what I hate? When there's something you know that you need to do, but for the life of you can't remember. Last night I set my alarm for about 30 minutes early so that I could do something, but now that I'm awake, I have absolutely no idea as to what that something was. I think it may have been laundry, in which case I'm all set since I just put it in, but I'm still not positive. Oh well, hopefully it wasn't anything too important.

Remember how earlier I talked about how summer in Ithaca goes straight to winter? That may have been a bit of a hyperbole. Right now is what I would refer to as autumn. It is, and has been (minus yesterday's outlandish weather) around 50 degrees, which is prime fall temperature. And it only snowed once in October. Normally we'd be walking to class in the snow by now. I blame global warming.

I hate writer's block. And because I can't think of anything to talk about, I think that is precisely what I will focus my post on.

Writer's block is an
Issue for all real writers.
Unless they're seven.


You ever think about that? I remember being a little kid and writing about absolutely anything, be it dinosaurs, dinosaurs fighting ninjas, dinosaurs with jetpacks, robot dinosaurs, dinosaurs debating healthcare reform, dinosaurs making sandwiches (which is especially hard for t-rexes), or dinosaurs building a rocket ship to save their species. I just never ran out of ideas, and could write for hours upon hours. Now a days I struggle to come up with an idea for the simplest blog post. I often wish I could go back to those good ol' days. It's like all of those avant-garde artists who try to seem like kids: By which I mean people such as William Faulkner, who, like a kid could not string two sentences together; Ornette Coleman, whose "Free Jazz" sounds like a 5 year old on a piano; or Jackson Pollack, whose art looks like a 3 year old who had a little too much fun with a paint brush. Of course, this is precisely what the artists intended, and why people like them (and yes, I do like them... 1 of the 3 at least).

Back to my point: I feel like if I had my writing abilities that I do now and my ability to come up with endless ideas when I was a kid, I would be the juggernaut of blog writing. It would be like if McCain and Palin combined to form the ultimate presidential ticket, with experience and good ol' Alaskan know-how. Wait....