Señor Grumblecakes (jervo) wrote,
Señor Grumblecakes

writer's block v. empty head

Sheesh. I've attempted to start an entry here about 7 times this afternoon, and I deleted all of them. I'm starting to see the difference between having writer's block and having nothing interesting to write about.

I used to think it'd be clever to write a humongous novel about having writer's block, and being all meta-ironical about it. Fortunately, I never started writing it; I can't think of anything less enjoyable than reading 500 pages of whining and "Look, see, I have writer's block, and yet this is page 347, isn't that funny, blah blah blah..."

Shit, I mean, I was going crazy this morning working on my first review for album_reviews. And I purposely kept it easy - the album I picked is one I know really well.

I think I need to attach a tape recorder to my head, and just cut out the middleman. The whole brain-arm-hand connection doesn't seem to be cutting it.

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