no title comes to mind

Posted: January 14, 2012 in Traskland
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Winter’s drought is here. Inspiration’s flood is suppressed behind water tight doors. My imagination is cracked and dry. I am a panting dog, a desert wanderer in search of an oasis. Everything has been stripped, locked down and sealed. Nothing gets in and therefore nothing comes out.

Like an escaped POW I make my way through no man’s land, explosions echoing in the distance. I cross the pitted and desolate countryside one step at a time, the remnants of fertile farms hard below my boots. I carefully climb through barbed wire barriers in the hope of reaching creative redemption. The sun is low in the sky, but I’m not sure if it’s rising or setting. Still, I chase it.

No songs play in my head, no melodies come to mind. I am sheet music without notes, a conductor missing his symphony. If my mind were a jazz riff it would consist only of a single drumbeat pounding in rhythm with nothing, percussion with no repercussions, a lone thump rattling through an empty club. I’m a singer with laryngitis on any empty stage without a microphone.

They call it Writer’s Block. I call it annoying.

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Comments
  1. BrainRants says:

    You’re not drinking enough beer. *hic*

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  2. Tori Nelson says:

    Infuriating. I’ve been known to pout and eat my weight in Cheetos while experience writer’s block. On that note, I shouldn’t offer any advice. Just moral support. Hang in there… and try to Flaming Hot Cheetos. Nothing like snacking on cheesy FIRE!

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  3. Must be time for rest.

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  4. sparklebumps says:

    Damn it. If you are sheet music with no notes, I cannot read you. I can’t play by ear.

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  5. John says:

    Like a kidney stone.

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  6. kayjai says:

    Hang in there! This too, shall pass…

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  7. whiteladyinthehood says:

    Auto topic suggestions for Trask Ave:

    ~ My Tatoo
    ~ Beginner Tips for the amateur Photographer
    ~ Something cool about New Jersey that no one would know about
    ~ How you got your Late Night with David Letterman Hat

    any of those help? hahaha…(I hate writer’s block)

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  8. God, it’s spreading! I can’t even think of a comment to type!

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  9. What is this ‘writer’s block’? Do a lot of writers live there, or something?

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  10. Winter makes everything freeze, even the flow of words. But if this is an example of writer’s block, I’m in trouble. Nice post!

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  11. Just relax and experience life. I don’t think we ever write about anything anyway. I think life happens and we naturally absorb it and then spit it out with our unique spin on it.

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  12. A singer with laryngitis on a stage without a microphone is my kind of karaoke! I have no doubt that your writer’s block will soon pass, especially since you took three paragraphs to describe it.

    p.s. I hit the like button because I like the visual imagery and not because I like the fact that you have writers’ block.

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