Writer's Block

Writer's Block

Two days before Christmas. It’s two-thirty in the morning and I sit here in front of my computer on this cold dark morning with a cup of hot coffee next to me, wide awake. Why? I should be asleep right now, dreaming those dreams that will be forgotten by the time daylight arrives and my alarm would normally rouse me from sleep. I suppose I could blame one of my cats for it, having pounced upon me as I laid there in the dark, but even though he did jump onto me I really wasn’t in that deep of a sleep. So I tossed and turned and tossed and turned some more and finally chose to be honest with myself knowing that I wasn’t going to sleep any time soon, so I turned on the light and here I am, typing away these meaningless random thoughts as I add fuel to the fire, drinking more coffee that is.

I’ve not felt like writing these past several weeks and in fact, the only thing I’ve managed to do is to get hooked on a couple of video games which I seem to have started playing almost non-stop from sun up to sun down without let up. Oh, there are stories sitting here on my hard drive, started many days ago and waiting to be finished and there lies the problem. There is the story of the nice little old lady who turns out to be a serial killer and then there’s the tale of the man who rents out part of his home to a complete stranger who turns out to be a vampire. And there is of course the short story of an old hospital which feeds on the death of it’s patients.  They all start out pretty good of course, but then I suddenly find myself getting bored with them and setting them off to the side. And of course there’s the main piece of work that I should be working on, the second part of my “magnum opus,” which after two dozen nicely typed pages has come to a screeching halt!

I do not feel inspired. I need to get on the ball! I need to get rolling on down the track if you will and for that I need to build up some steam, as though I were a train. Maybe what I need is a good kick in the pants to get my ass motivated!

Half an hour has now passed since I turned on the light and crawled up out of bed and everything is perfectly quiet now with the exception of the tap-tap-tap of my keyboard. The cats have all decided that since their job of waking me up is done, they’ve all retreated to their respective sleeping locations and now lay with smug little smiles on their cute little furry faces, their eyes closed. I wonder if they’d get pissed off if I ran through the living room screaming and pouncing like a crazed maniac, waking them from their cat slumber? No doubt they’d just raise their heads and open their eyes long enough to see the crazy human who feeds them acting out, and then lower their heads once again to drift off and dream of chasing mice about the house!

Well then. That’s eaten up a little of your time reading this and my time writing it. And for the record, writer’s block sucks!

December 22, 2017

3:02 am est