A special kind of crazy…

When I first read through a recent list of prompts for writing a story, even a few paragraphs… anything…just one grabbed my attention.  Write about something that drives you crazy.


Just one?

Understand that, given my personality, there isn’t a day that passes where a multitude of things don’t annoy me or, more honestly, piss me off!  I’m certain most can identify with a given annoyance, some household infraction, village cell-phone idiots, robocalls, any demonstration of human stupidity, people who are overly passionate about every damn thing in the universe, however insignificant…and the list goes on.

Of course, I can easily compartmentalize all of the above and move on but there is still that nagging issue, that one most aggravating thing that pushes my mental stability close to the edge of exploding.

Writer’s Block.

Yup, that’s it.  The big one. 

Happens to me every year, usually around this time.  Trust me, the ideas are there.  Words dance in my head, always at the most inopportune moments and I make a mental note to run with it, even send myself a text as a reminder.  And, something always gets in the way because, when I do write I want it to mean something, to stand out in some small way and touch the person reading my thoughts.  Writing is the one thing that gives me a sense of accomplishment in a life where I’m constantly running in too many different directions.  Not being able to share even an occasional burst of meaningful prose at the drop of a hat definitely makes me very crazy.

And so it goes…



workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Workshop…Write about something that drives you crazy.  Again, I might have expanded on so many daily happenings that push my buttons but I usually can get past most, if not all, of them.  Usually.  Some linger to wake me in the middle of the night, much like a problem or something I neglected to remember.  This prompt turned out to be a positive, writing-wise.



The wall…

One month.

Thirty-one days.

More than four weeks.

That’s how long it has been since I’ve written…anything.

That’s me up there, smack dab against the wall.

It’s not that life has been a whirlwind of pleasant activity lately, quite the opposite in fact,  and it’s been enough to bring a halt to all the pounding words inside my head, each pushing and shoving while trying desperately to work their way out of my tired brain.

Writing prompts.  Love them but haven’t been able to muster-up any focus in that direction and it’s frustrating as all hell.

I’m feeling like a total slacker in the writing department and can do nothing more than stare at this damn wall, wishing I could put my fists right through the bricks so that I can bask in some creative sunlight again.

 Metaphorically-speaking, of course.

It happens to the best of us but, I’m not the best.  Just someone trying to get on that page of accomplishment, someone trying to finish a book and maintain a blog, someone wishing they had something worthwhile to share.

This too shall pass, I’m sure.  Well…kind of but not completely.  I mean, one has to have hope but when the sailing gets rough…know what I mean?

Keep a lifeline handy….


First words…

Those special moments when first words tumble from a baby’s mouth bring so much joy to parents.  How we live to hear  Ma-ma or Da-da, utterances of recognition that soon grow into jumbled, giggly little sentences as the toddler emerges.

Vocabulary grows with the child;  the structure of thoughts molds the individual personality of that person.  Emotions are openly expressed…or deliberately hidden.

For adults,  first true words aren’t spoken until much later,  often through writing.  The person behind a book or a blog can be someone else entirely, miles away from all that developmental dialogue that guided them into adulthood.

Does this make sense to you?

In some ways, I’ve always been a writer.  Stories hid inside my head and page after page waited anxiously to be shared with others. Chapters came out in conversation but never managed to land in print until a few years ago when I started writing my book and  “Another cookie, please!” was born.

Then came the great crash!  Read about it here.  I can’t bear to re-hash my stupidity.

Once my panic subsided from the above incident and I entered the world of blogging,  I realized that I hadn’t lost anything.  Not at all. Those words circled in my head like an airplane waiting to land and since I’ve taken the blog-plunge, it feels as if I’ve been doing it forever.

It’s only been a little over one year.  Imagine that!

I see it every day on sites I visit.  People who start blogging to share mommy or other stories; photography, recipes…you name it, they write about it.  Very often they venture out in response to a writing prompt for fun or to try something new.  Their incredible words appear on the screen and the talent behind a post blossoms, as if it had been hiding, just waiting to be urged into the sunshine.

And then…our words run smack dab into a wall, that dreaded Writer’s Slump/Block..call it what you will. That’s where I’ve been of late and from several other bloggers that I’ve visited, it’s fairly contagious.  Actually, it majorly sucks!

This too, shall pass.  I’m sure of that.  The very fact that I finally published this post (which has been glaring at me from my drafts folder for the last three weeks) is evidence that the writing doldrums are easing.  I’m working hard on getting a whole new bunch of first words ready for the reading world.

Eventually. This post doesn’t count.  Just didn’t want my imaginary friends thinking I stopped yapping via my keyboard.