Friday 5 November 2010

Writer's Bloc

I’ve not written for ages. Eras. Not that anyone cares. But I do. When a writer doesn’t write, then there’s trouble. Again, I’m sure no one cares. But, it’s what I do. I’ve haven’t been doing what I do. So, anyway...I decided to write about how I can’t write anymore. Maybe that’s a start, no?

So, it’s not like I haven’t thought about writing on my blog. I have. I tried thinking a lot about what to write. It’s just that I haven’t a thing to say. No smartass comments. No one has irritated me enough to write about them. No gyaan wyaan. No puns to make. No rhymes. No figures of speech. Nothing at all. Nil. Zilch.

I sat through a presentation at work yesterday. Almost sat through it. And while I was being talked to about company strategy, I thought to myself: “What’s my strategy for getting out of this writing rut?”

Hmmm. That got me thinking...

What destines us to places of dry desperation?
Is there a rescue from recurring routine?
And, when will this demeaning drought decrease?
While it’s easy to expect extraordinary emancipation,
The solution is always in self salvation.
So, while our fickle faith can hope for help from our hells
And while our murmuring minds can cuss our circumstance
The hat must go off to the hopeful hero
Who does something to salvage his sorry situation.

Phew. I’m back. Or am I?