For over a month, I haven’t written in this blog. (Many thanks to the three people who expressed concern over my rumored illness or death.)
Today, I decided to try unclogging the drain in my brain by writing something—anything—on this blog. Wikipedia describes writer’s block as “a condition . . . in which an author loses the ability to produce new work” and offers several causes for writer’s block: creative problems, running out of inspiration, physical illness, depression, the end of a relationship, financial pressures, or a sense of failure.
Whoa, heavy stuff—but my life isn’t nearly that dramatic.
The following were the activities I engaged in instead of blogging (anticlimactic—nothing as spectacular as Wikipedia would lead you to believe):
Cleaning up after redecorating
Entering Stage 8 of my retirement: Laziness
Aging (which requires a surprising amount of energy)
Walking 2 to 4 Miles a Day
And finally, a deep weariness with the thoughts that go on—or fail to go on—inside my head.
So get out the Drano and uncoil the sewer snake. We’re going in to the clogged recesses of my mind. The writer’s block has been there long enough.