When you write a blog that pretty much talks about nothing, one would think that the bar is set pretty low, and the expectations would be even lower. Safe to assume right?
Day in and day out, I manage to get something posted on my little Seinfeldian blog about nothing in particular, with pictures that pertain to that nothing in particular in one way or another. For a while this has been a pretty successful approach, that is until a few days ago.
Ever since I decided to write that book, I have drawn a complete blank when it comes to writing anything at all. The quality of my blog about nothing in particular is beginning to decline, (I didn't think that could be possible), the pictures that pertain to my blog about nothing in particular don't seem to be having the same pop or relevance that they normally would. What is going on? Could it be that I have spooked myself with the thought of writing a book? Fear is a writer's worst enemy, Stephen King even said so himself. I have the ideas, I have them all lined up in my mind, that is until I sit in front of the keyboard. This is when my mind starts moving much faster than my fingers can type. The thoughts that seemed so clear to me 5 minutes ago start to look like sdpfwpwdtmprq erdgtwnrpgpwreutepgdnwerhgh as soon as I try to put anything down.
Does this happen to you? Is this just part of the writing process that I am not accustomed to? Please tell me that this will pass and that at the end of it these thoughts will flow freely to paper. Please tell me that this blog about nothing in particular will continue to be fun and that the groove will come back. Of course it will, this is ridiculous.
The book has a forward by the way. It's a full page now, which doesn't sound like much, I know. I have had to rewrite a few times just because I would think of better ways of saying what I wanted to say. I guess this is part of the process too.
Thanks for lending an ear. I will be back with better stuff soon, you can rest assured. Goodnight.