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Writers Block


Inside my head is a stream of voices, chattering.

There is the voice that recites the novel I am trying to write. Mumbling passages that don’t yet have a place. Anecdotes about characters. Snippets of dialogue.

There is the voice that says “Hey, write your god damn blog. Blog about this….and this…” 

There is voice that says

Listen to me

And write me 

In couplets if it pleases

Or haikus if you must

But please 

Hold me down

and extract from me

something worth reading.

…and I am totally lost. It feels like there is so much I want to write (including much better poems than that nonesense I just made up) that I can’t latch on to anything and make it into something that anyone would want to read. I think though it is one of two things. The first? My tablets are clogging up my brain. I’ve been on them long enough again now to think I don’t need them and I will be honest, this constantly feeling agitated thing is wearing pretty god damn thin.

The second? Lack of faith.

I have no faith that I will ever complete my novel. I fear that, although I love each character dearly and they feel intensely real to me, it’s going no where. I haven’t the skill to pull it off.

I have no faith in my blog. Who want’s to listen to me ramble? Who cares what I think. I’m not funny or talented. I have nothing to say. I have no voice.

I have no faith in my poetry. I have just enough to scribble it down and then hide it from the world. Sometimes I think it’s worth showing to people, then I am filled with embarrassment at the prospect. Filled with shame for thinking anyone would do anything but laugh at my dearest and most treasured outpourings (each one is a finely crafted gem that I have pulled from myself, most likely worthless to others but highly sentimental to me).

In short reader, if there are any out there, I am under siege from writers block.

I don’t even know why I wrote this. Sigh.

Trying to feel inspired.

Trying to feel inspired.


And now for something completely different


My fridge.


My lamp...and Dorian...and Patrick.

In response to comments on my previous entry I’ve decided to attempt to restore a bit of balance to my blog. Hence the lack of cat pics (yes i KNOW there’s actually two in the last pic, ones ceramic though, and you’re supposed to be looking at the lamp…jeeze).

Super  serious post (about the dangers of zumba, particularly to those like myself born without the ability to laugh at themselves) coming tomorrow.

Hello world!


I started a new blog! My original blog was ugly and if I’m completely honest  (which I rarely am, for the sake of other people’s feelings) it was sinfully boring.  So here is a new blog in which I aim to paint a more honest picture of my life and me and all the broken and dysfunctional bits that make it precious, and worthwhile, and mine.