Writer's Block

I always thought writers block was a load of crap. Part of me still does. When I think of writers block, I think of tired, drunk wordsmiths too buzzed to crawl out of a bottle and sit down at a typewriter to bang out a page or three. Or, more usually, the image of Jack Torrance comes to mind. Sitting at a desk staring at a blank sheet of paper terrified to begin. So he types "all work and no fun makes Jack a dull boy." over and over.

It never occurred to me that writer's block might be more than laziness or alcoholism or the sham of an excuse for a different kind of narcissist pretending to be a writer. Instead I relied on the Hollywood clichés of lame excuses and pathetic losers.

But. This blog has pointed something out to me. I barely write. I rarely write. I don't write. And I've come to think maybe this is what those lazy bastards are talking about when they talk about writer's block.

Why should you care? I don't

I finally decided to add a new post. Not that anyone is waiting on the edge of his or her barcalounger with bated breath.

But, what the hell?

I was going to write about . . . ahh forget it. I can't even be bothered to type a complete s