I don't have a lack of material or inspiration. Every single day, my kid provides hours of humor and bullshit for me to throw a blog post around about. But for some reason, I am not even slightly interested in talking about it.
I am bored with myself. I am bored inside my own head. I am bored with talking about my kid, my self, my life. I am feeling like everything I put down is miserable and boring. It's actually pretty hard to keep the bitching fun.
I am on strike.
I am also hoping that once I give myself permission to not put up a new post if I don't feel like it that this "block" will go away. Ehhhh...Shit.
However, there is always "Icanhascheezberger" to make me want to die:

No kidding. How many effing poo stories can I tell? I feel you on this one. When I hit that wall, I write one of my stories that sounds vaguely suicidal and crazy and freak people out. Just to spice things up. Being a writing is fun that way.
ReplyDeleteGo put your feet up, have a glass of something and come back when your feeling it. We'll still be here :)
being a WRITER..yeah. Impressive.
ReplyDeleteI took a strike last weekend and it did wonders!
ReplyDeleteLOL.. I pimped out my kid's barfing in the Louvre story, that's how bad I am! Some days are just downers and we need to go on strike. It is often the breaks that really get the juices flowing :) May your down time be good time :)
ReplyDeleteI liked the barfing story!
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