Grr.
I've had writer's block for all of 2016. I haven't written a column all year. I've been sending off old ones to the newspaper that they haven't ran before, but I'm out of them now.
I don't know what's wrong. But I'm trying to get over the hump today. I've written a little over 400 words that I don't really like and I keep needing to force myself to go on instead of walking away in disgust. The humor isn't coming out funny; it's coming out mean. And it's the tiniest of a thread of an idea to work from, but it's all I've got.
Honestly though, I feel like I've reached the point where if I don't write a column this month, I won't write one ever again. And I'm not ready to stop yet. I just wish there was more blood in this turnip.
I'm even involving a little whiskey to see if it helps.
I don't know what's wrong. But I'm trying to get over the hump today. I've written a little over 400 words that I don't really like and I keep needing to force myself to go on instead of walking away in disgust. The humor isn't coming out funny; it's coming out mean. And it's the tiniest of a thread of an idea to work from, but it's all I've got.
Honestly though, I feel like I've reached the point where if I don't write a column this month, I won't write one ever again. And I'm not ready to stop yet. I just wish there was more blood in this turnip.
I'm even involving a little whiskey to see if it helps.