Writing About Not Writing

I normally compose my posts in MSWord because I’m not experienced and competent enough to write “on the fly” within the Blogger frame.  Not in the way that a real writer would be adept at posting an entry (as opposed to a faux writer like me, who stumbles around with words and phrasing and who only occasionally hits a perfect choice of expression on the first try).  I read, re-read, spell-check, change vocabulary and manner of phrase ad nauseum, often even after publishing. (In fact, I just changed the title of this – after publishing and returning twenty minutes later, after taking a shower.)  Although I do feel more comfortable clicking that publish button recently, and I don’t think I spend nearly as much time as I used to involved in the process of “perfecting” an entry, a post usually represents anywhere from 20 minutes to a couple of hours of (quite enjoyably spent, I must admit) time. 

But I think that I may have slammed into a wall.  It has been almost one year (April 9^th) since I was so inspired by my cousin Alice’s blog to start writing in one of my own.  Since then, I have posted regularly two to three times a week.  I have written about things that I did, experiences that I had, people I like, people I love, childhood memories, tributes, silly meanderings, fiction attempts, deep feelings, shallow feelings and even a few issues of the day.  All the words, phrases, thoughts and concepts that have been swirling around in my head for years, all of a sudden had a place to go – and pour out they did, in an unbridled stream of copious verbiage, pent up in literary limbo for a long, long time.

So is this what they mean by writer's block…when you resort to posting a youtube video of a tiny, ticklish monkey (albeit a cute little critter) because you can’t think of anything interesting to say?  It feels like cheating to me.  Is my life so dull these days that I find nothing to muse upon or make Linda-skewed viewpoint comparisons? No humorous observations to report?  Is there nothing in my life to be inspired by? And most frightening, have I said all that I have to say?

There are at least six topics that I have started, each currently from only three to six sentences in length.  But no explorations of weird notes in life, no off-beat conclusions recorded and ready to post from my “Blogs in Progress” document.  And I’m not especially motivated to finish any of them right now.  Maybe it’s time to pull into Fantasyland for inspiration because I surely do not want to give this up.