Writer’s Block

It is rather fitting that I seem to have unwillingly chosen National Novel Writing Month to be the time-frame for my dry spell in terms of blogging. I have ideas…I have the desire…but when it comes to trying to mock up a couple of paragraphs of text, I just can’t do it. I can’t write for shit at the moment. Come to think of it, would I ever write for shit? I’ve no intention of gaining any shit, nor would I say yes if somehow inexplicably a shit asked me to write something for it. ‘Toffee’ would have made more sense in terms of what I can’t write for right now, and to be honest, I’m not exactly desperate for toffee at the moment (IT HAMMERS MY TOOFSES), so the impact of saying that I couldn’t write for toffee right now is greatly diminished. Y’see, this is my problem! What the hell have I been writing for the past few lines? Smile sweetly, nod slowly, humour the Welsh nutcase, and wait for a proper blog post to be written. That’s assuming you’re deluded enough to be vaguely interested in what I might have to say next. People confuse me sometimes. The message I’m trying to convey is that I can’t see myself touching this blog for a fair while, because I find myself totally out of the mindset for it. Of course, if Sod’s law has its way, I’ll be writing up a new proper post as you read this very sentence…

Turrah.

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