writer’s block: the condition of being unable to think of what to write or how to proceed with writing.
For the first time in my life, I think I have this malady, writer’s block. The day after I did Psycho Mom, I had decided to do a post about a picture that our oldest granddaughter had put on her Facebook page of her hugging her husband, who was leaving for his third tour of duty overseas, and crying. It really touched my heart, so I wanted to write about it. But I tried and tried to copy the picture so that I could post it, without success. So I decided to take a day or two to think about it and maybe I would come up with a way to copy it. That sounds trivial, doesn’t it? I can hear you saying, “Well, just move on and write about something else!” But for some reason, that “failure” stopped me in my tracks, and I just sort of gave up blogging and really the computer in general for a week.
So, to answer my own question, “How far is it around the block?” I’m not sure, but I think I can smell dinner cooking, so I hope “home” is just around that next corner.
As my friend, Suldog would say, “Soon with more better stuff.” Or something like that.