Saturday, March 03, 2007

Suggestions are welcome...

I seem to have come to a screeching halt here.

Right now, I feel like... an anal retention pond.
Full of messy sludge. Slippery, unidentifiable
objects are floating around in my brain.
Can't seem to grab on to anything solid to write about.

Uh huh, it's ugly from this side, too.

Sooooo... any ideas? Requests? Anybody?

I think, therefore... I make myself crazy.

24 comments:

Nea said...

Hi Jean, I think we all get like this, at times......often I get to the point, I don't want to share. For various reasons, other times I feel like talking. It is the human condition, or at least my condition. And I just go with it.......I often analyze my thoughts to the point they feel like strings of spaghetti, and just as slippery. When I started blogging, I don't think I ever thought anyone would actually READ anything I wrote, it was more for mental release.

Difster said...

Sounds like you need a brain enema.

Go spend 30 minutes reading something totally outside your normal realm.

kdzu said...

I know just how you feel. Even though I missed a week with the 'puter being gone!
Back when I first opened this blog I missed a month and then nearly a year.
Don't worry about it. Your brain is working on something even as you think not. When it has simmered enough it'll pop to the forebrain and out thru your fingertips.
I often wonder if I ought to pick a topic or subject and stick with it.
Time will tell.

boneman said...

Yes'm. As you already know, it's quite easy t'scare yerself away from the things y'gotta get done.

On the other hand, when it sez it's an analgesic, it means it's for yer sinuses....so continue taking them by mouth.

Snog Dot said...

Chill. Have a glass of wine. Watch the grass grow. It'll all come back.

Blaez said...

sometimes when i get like that i just blare music for whatever mood i'm currently in sit down on the couch with a pen and pad of paper close my eyes and just feel.

never fails.

might not be the best work but its something and its out now.

boneman said...

how about start it out with that?

It was a Sunday morning and nothing was coming. He had been licking for almost an hour and it was still dry.

no....

It was a quiet Sunday morning and the ideas had almost magically vanished. All the pain of my life was gone, nowhere was there to be found any hurt or laughter.
No tears.
No pain.

Only the dull ache of a hangover from the bottle of Jack Daniels from the night before. That and the incessent banging of waterdrops in the sink from a faucet that leaked damned near more than it poured.
Suddenly a '57 Chevy pulled up out front and stepping out from it was none other than......

Enemy of the Republic said...

See a good movie and write about it.

Jean said...

Nea - true here also.

Difster - Welcome!...from Bane's place, I reckon. 'a brain enema'...heh.

Larry - as usual, Mr Understanding.

Jack - actually, spent some time at the beach today... glorious!

Blaez - excellent idea, music can be inspiring!

Berry - oh, my.... even when you are bad, you're very good. Thanks!

Jean said...

EotR -Welcome back, m'dear! Another trip I made today was to Blockbuster....amazing how all our minds think so much alike. Comforting.

Anonymous said...

.... please explain to me who your greatest poetic influence was/is.... in 300 words or less... including examples of his/her work....

Eric

Jean said...

Eric - a specific assignment, professor! hmmm... I may take that challenge.

Erica said...

Oh, dear...woman, in times such as these, I usually beg, or drop hints, to my fellow bloggers to send a meme my way.

Don't you find, though, that it all ebbs and flows, highs and lows?

Your muse can't hide forever; it's kind of like your inner shadow.

Jean said...

Erica -absolutely. I'd like to keep the momentum going, but sometimes it just doesn't happen that way. Hoping for something new soon, though.

Desert Cat said...

Stream of consciousness surfing.

Google the first phrase that pops into your head. Read the results. Do it again when something new arises from the results of the first search. Lather, rinse, repeat. Blog the results.

Confuses the snot out of your readers. :-) But I guarantee it will eventually bust any logjam.

Scott from Oregon said...

Well, if you write for catharsis and you are out of words, I'd say that was a good thing.

If you write for an audience and you are out of words, not so good.

I have a request-- Can you describe what it feels like to be you in minamalist language?

Prose, though, please, just concise prose...

zonker said...

Write a hundred or so words about nothing at all. I do that all the time and look how well that works for me. Oh, wait. On second thought...

Jean said...

D.C. - more creative help... thanks! (confusion can be fun sometimes, eh?)

Scott - your request is very intriguing... and I promise, no poetry for this one!

Zonker - well, if it works for you... why not?...:)

Lee said...

ummm....me too.

On the logjam, and the support.

Jeez, it's so much easier to wait for comments and "me too" than to be original!!

=)

Jean said...

Lee - you're clever that way... thanks... :)

Calliope (Muse of epic poetry) said...

Jean ~ I am your Muse, Calliope (Chief of the muses and muse of epic poetry). I did not leave you. I have given you fish and I have shown you how to fish. Here... take the fishing pole... now fish...

Jean said...

Calliope - yes, my muse... and, say hi to Mick for me, wouldja?

k said...

I had this feeling that it was nothing near permanent, and that your great commenters would rise to the challenge anyway.

Or, I could admit that it was a good time for me to be lazy since I've been a bit distracted, lately.

But I really felt you were in perfectly fine hands. Of the commenters, of your self, of the muses, and of the fates.

And see what happpened? I was RIGHT!

Aaaaas usual.

(smug smug smug)

Jean said...

Ms Smug (hehe)- you are one of the wisest... I appreciate your time here, especially with all that you have going on in your own life. I am blessed with so many friends like you.